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She grabbed Dancer and puller herself closer, pressing her body against his. After staring into his eyes, pleading with her own, she moved closer to his ear and whispered, "And more importantly than all of that, you have me here. That can't mean nothing," before tracing her lips against his face, down to his mouth, where her lips met his for the first time. "You can still stay," She stated after the soft kiss ended, and she pulled back to look at him again. | She grabbed Dancer and puller herself closer, pressing her body against his. After staring into his eyes, pleading with her own, she moved closer to his ear and whispered, "And more importantly than all of that, you have me here. That can't mean nothing," before tracing her lips against his face, down to his mouth, where her lips met his for the first time. "You can still stay," She stated after the soft kiss ended, and she pulled back to look at him again. | ||
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+ | Her arms were warm around him, and she was close enough he could see tears glittering in the corner of her eyes. A phantom of her kiss pressed on his lips, his shock at it still vibrating though him. | ||
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+ | "You can still stay," | ||
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+ | The words tore at him, deep into a primal need in his sense of self, opening a floodgate of emotions. Pain, love, and loss all swirled within him, a veritable storm of emotion, drowning him for several moments. He'd lost everything several times during his life, his family, his mentor, his Brothers, and now, now she said he could have it again. All he had to do was stay here, with her. A cold curtain fell on him, his own words dancing in his head. | ||
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+ | "Call me a liar again, Ambrose Peregrine, and I will march my full host into Kell and burn it to the ground around your ears." | ||
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+ | He knew couldn't stay, couldn't accept her offer. He pulled her close, and bowed his head, whispering in her ear. | ||
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+ | "Anyte, you are more important to me then anyone else ever has been. How could I say goodbye in a letter? How could I leave you here, alone, without giving you a proper goodbye? My Princess," he pulled away, and took a small step back, "You mean everything to me, more then even my own life." | ||
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+ | Carefully, he got to his knees, bowed his head, and closed his eyes. "My love, I will return to you, within the fortnight. This, I promise." He clenched his fists, and ground his teeth together. "I'll burn Ambrose's lands to the ground, but," he visibly relaxed, letting his fists and jaw go limp, "I will march with the army. Skalros will be pleased to see a host as large as mine coming over the horizon. I have no doubts he will let me take some of his knights to Kell, if not simply move the whole army." | ||
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+ | Anyte watched as Dancer made his promises, and promptly stood and strode toward the door. Her emotions ran wild within her while she watched him walk toward the door. This was the first time he had defied her. This was the first time she had ever given him a real chance to defy her. She did not know whether to respect him more or be angry. The man had something he needed to do, but she wanted him to stay because she did not view it as important. Anyte never did understand why pride was so important to a man. | ||
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+ | She could feel her face begin to burn hotter than it was before, the tears threatening to burst forth like the waterfall in the mountains she had seen when visiting The Hollow in Jedinchel. No, she thought to herself, I mustn't, I cannot if he is to survive out there. The last he needs is to think I am this upset. | ||
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+ | The Bathory Mistress stood there, watching the only man she'd wanted in The Bathory leave, unknowing what to say but knowing something needed to be said. Her voice caught in her throat and the tears became harder to hold anytime she tried to speak. As Dan hit the door, about to leave her office, she finally managed to gain control enough to voice her words slowly. | ||
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+ | "Dan. You cannot die." Her voice quivered as she spoke, "Because I need you as much as you need me. You past is something we can work through together. Know that you always have a home here, with me, where ever I am. Whether that be in a palace as a Queen or a tent as a beggar. I will hold you to your promise." | ||
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Latest revision as of 08:08, 9 December 2019
Letter from Ambrose Peregrine | |
Dear Dancer,
I think you just lied again. Because I know for a fact that whatever I personally say will not stop your realm's premediated aggression.
You just keep constructing these weird lies that Grehkia somehow provoked you to attack us. And the blame is on me personally now?
Next you will claim you are fighting a defensive war, as you always do. Looking forward to it.
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Ambrose Peregrine |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
Cold, clear rage flowed through him, filling his mind with a singular goal. If Ambrose Peregrine wanted to call him a Liar, he would have to do it to his face. Grehkia had hurt his home, twice now. First, they had helped eradicate his Brothers, and now, they had attacked his Kin. He tossed his things from his desk, and dug though the crates littering his study. He'd just started to unpack his things when the letter had come. They had personally attacked him, and lied about his Princess, and now they called him a liar. He slammed quill and pot on his desk, paper following close behind. He couldn't burn Kell for long, not without some help, or the Grehkian army otherwise occupied. Furiously, he scribbled, parchment after parchment filling with calls to arms. In less then a half hour, he had them all ready, eight letters, tucked in envelops, ready to be sealed. One by one, he dropped wax onto them, and pressed his signet ring into the warm lumps. Kell would burn, and its peasants slaughtered, the old way. He would personally drag Ambrose to the stake, and light the flame. Suffer not the Liars to live. | |
Dancer Rea |
Letter from Anyte Luitolf | |
Dan,
Would you really trouble yourself over a petty little man like Ambrose? Would you not rather stay where, with me? There are those out there that will take care of him. You don't need to do everything yourself. That is why you have failed in the past. Try a new path. Rely on your friends and allies. Trust us. Come back to me in The Bathory. Let the army take care of the sniveling brats of the south.
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Anyte Luitolf |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
Dancer made his way down the road to the Bathory proper. The Courts were only a few blocks away, no doubt built that way for a purpose. A pair of bathory maidens stood at attention at the doorway, eyes tracking him slowly.
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Dancer Rea |
Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf | |
Anyte sat in her private study, in the back of her keep, going over the letters of the day. There were several, and her eyes were starting to glaze over. When she looked in the mirror, she swore she could see the normal vibrant green slowly being drained of color to a dull grey.
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Anyte Luitolf |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
The sour maiden returned quickly, expression even more distasteful. "She'll see you, follow me." Dancer followed, silently. Through the gate, then past many buildings, all manner of peasants walking around. Dancer recognized several different clothing styles, many from realms hundreds of miles away. The cobblestone road went straight up to a large stone keep, a small bridge traversing the scarp about halfway up. It didn't take long before they walked through the door of the keep. As the temperature dropped in the shadow of the castle, Dancer felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Several twisting corridors later, they came to a normal looking wood door that stood slightly ajar, and the maiden knocked, business like. "My Lady, the knight for you." | |
Dancer Rea |
Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf | |
She waited, unamusedly, for the maiden to return. It was quite obvious from her demeanor that she was not wanting company, and a knight from a minor noble family would likely be more a nuisance than anything. "Sometimes I think it will be better if we just got rid of all the nobles be me and those I choose it would be so much better," She sighed, wondering aloud when the door opened once more. Through the maiden walked in, "The knight, mistress."
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Anyte Luitolf |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
Of course she had been busy at her desk. She'd always been busy with her work, papers going in and out of her office every few minutes some days. When she'd looked up, and saw him, her face had brightened from a scowl in nearly in instant. Dan had tried to get a word out, to tell her he was leaving, but the words caught in his throat, unwilling to ruin her excitement.
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Dancer Rea |
Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf | |
Things were good, for a moment. She felt that she had finally gotten through to him. That she had finally cracked his outer shell. Perhaps even gotten to a side of him that she knew was there but he never showed. The side that had cared more than mere words, but was his true feelings. He had called her his love in the Men Down Unger that night, this she remembered. This was when she realized there was more. Then she heard the words he intended to speak.
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Anyte Luitolf |
Roleplay from Dancer Rea | |
Her arms were warm around him, and she was close enough he could see tears glittering in the corner of her eyes. A phantom of her kiss pressed on his lips, his shock at it still vibrating though him.
"You can still stay," The words tore at him, deep into a primal need in his sense of self, opening a floodgate of emotions. Pain, love, and loss all swirled within him, a veritable storm of emotion, drowning him for several moments. He'd lost everything several times during his life, his family, his mentor, his Brothers, and now, now she said he could have it again. All he had to do was stay here, with her. A cold curtain fell on him, his own words dancing in his head. "Call me a liar again, Ambrose Peregrine, and I will march my full host into Kell and burn it to the ground around your ears."
"Anyte, you are more important to me then anyone else ever has been. How could I say goodbye in a letter? How could I leave you here, alone, without giving you a proper goodbye? My Princess," he pulled away, and took a small step back, "You mean everything to me, more then even my own life." Carefully, he got to his knees, bowed his head, and closed his eyes. "My love, I will return to you, within the fortnight. This, I promise." He clenched his fists, and ground his teeth together. "I'll burn Ambrose's lands to the ground, but," he visibly relaxed, letting his fists and jaw go limp, "I will march with the army. Skalros will be pleased to see a host as large as mine coming over the horizon. I have no doubts he will let me take some of his knights to Kell, if not simply move the whole army." | |
Dancer Rea |
Roleplay from Anyte Luitolf | |
Anyte watched as Dancer made his promises, and promptly stood and strode toward the door. Her emotions ran wild within her while she watched him walk toward the door. This was the first time he had defied her. This was the first time she had ever given him a real chance to defy her. She did not know whether to respect him more or be angry. The man had something he needed to do, but she wanted him to stay because she did not view it as important. Anyte never did understand why pride was so important to a man.
She could feel her face begin to burn hotter than it was before, the tears threatening to burst forth like the waterfall in the mountains she had seen when visiting The Hollow in Jedinchel. No, she thought to herself, I mustn't, I cannot if he is to survive out there. The last he needs is to think I am this upset. The Bathory Mistress stood there, watching the only man she'd wanted in The Bathory leave, unknowing what to say but knowing something needed to be said. Her voice caught in her throat and the tears became harder to hold anytime she tried to speak. As Dan hit the door, about to leave her office, she finally managed to gain control enough to voice her words slowly. "Dan. You cannot die." Her voice quivered as she spoke, "Because I need you as much as you need me. You past is something we can work through together. Know that you always have a home here, with me, where ever I am. Whether that be in a palace as a Queen or a tent as a beggar. I will hold you to your promise." | |
Anyte Luitolf |