Vulparan Family/Daario/For Dignity, Drink, and Dames
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| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (29 Recipients) - 2020-11-27 23:22:02 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
The young knight chuckled as his courser whinnied at a flock of starlings that rushed from a bush that ran along the the stony path upon which the nobles steadily rode. "If I may be so bold, my Lord," the young knight began with gently-probing interest, casting a glance to Earl Orobar who rode across from him, on the other side of the even younger knight, Sir Oliver Lastar. "The tales sung of your prowess with the sword are great indeed. How can one rise to such heights of skill and talent with a blade?" He enquired politely, gripping the reins tighter as he flicked his gaze courteously between the Earl and the path ahead, both illuminated most brilliantly by the bright summer sun. | |
| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (29 Recipients) - 2020-11-28 01:32:59 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
On the other side of the two nobles, Oliver himself rides atop his own stallion, and his ear nearly twitches with curiosity at Sir Daario's question. Oliver had somehow managed to land on the same road as the other two nobles on his way to the tournament, and he couldn't possibly give this chance up to mingle. So, straight-backed and filling his tone with oozing courteousness, he tries to speak up for Lord Orobar first. "Ah. I'm sure my lord Orobar would be too humble to answer, Sir Daario, on the subject of his accomplishments, even as great as they may be..." Oliver is curious himself, and tries to set Tsingu up to actually politely answer. He watches the man between them out the corner of his eye. | |
| Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Roleplay from Tsingu Orobar, Earl of Clermont | |
| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (29 Recipients) - 2020-11-28 18:32:07 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
Tsingu felt pretty damn good. There seemed to be no consequences for him personally after the events in Perdan City. There was a tournament in Sirion in a few days, which meant he could leave everything behind and enjoy the road without any duties or responsibilities lurking around. The sun was shining bright, birds sang their songs. Not a single soul in sight. This was the life. Tsingu sat back in the saddle, the steady calm pace of his stallion made him doze off. Completely at peace, he closed his eyes.
Tsingu was silent for a moment, reliving several memories. A few bad, like a visit to a shady establishment in Perdan City which left him unable to ride his horse for some weeks. Most were good though. "About your question, Sir Daario. Of course you need the talent. But mostly, it's putting in the hard work. Every single day. To be fair, I'll admit I neglected my military duties for some time, spending all my time, and my gold, training at the academy. Then I sparred with some of the best fighters around, learning from their moves. I got better to the point I could call myself a master. Now I still have to train every day, to make sure I don't get rusty. Often at night, when all is quiet, you could find me ferociously training my sword arm." Tsingu looked both men in the eye. "What about you, young knights, are you willing to do what it takes?" | |
| Tsingu Orobar, Earl of Clermont | |
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| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (29 Recipients) - 2020-11-28 21:08:37 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
The young knight cocked his head, the candidness of Earl Orobar's response taking him somewhat by surprise. An honest answer coupled with practical advice, Daario mused, a rare occurrence amongst most of the nobility in Perdan. For good reason, he concluded silently. "Of course, my Lord," he murmured politely, nodding courteously as the Earl spoke. "There is no greater honour than to fight for the glory of one's realm and one's house there is no doubt; in the dance of real combat on the battlefield or that which is feigned at tournament." An answer seemed unable to leave his lips, a straightforward question demanded a straightforward answer. As Daario grew in his understanding of the languages - unspoken and spoken alike - of the upper echelons of nobility, so too did his understanding of his aversion to concision. "I have spent many dozens of hours now in the academy that sits--" the young knight paused for a moment, catching and replacing words as they try to escape his mouth, "that used to sit upon the old docks of the city of Perdan. It would be an honour one day, my lord, to witness you train your sword arm in such a dedicated and fervent manner." | |
| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (29 recipients) - 2020-11-29 03:10:22 | |
For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
He keeps his head politely nodding while staying on track with the conversation though, and he dons a ready friendly enough smile for the other two. Then it fades somewhat when Daario mentions the academy, and Oliver feels a sudden itch at the spot of the not-so-old scar over his ribs from that night. One of his hands trail down to rub at his side, and Oliver stares ahead as he answers, "Nobly said Sir Daario, you had taken the very words from my mouth. Yet, for myself I must also say I will do what needs to be done for the glory of my own House. I cannot suffer to do anything worse than reach the finals. Or. I could not face even my own kin again" ...Or some of those in Perdan. His thoughts add, unspoken. "What you said about humbleness, my lord..." He suddenly addresses Tsingu with growing genuine curiousness. "-I agree that some flair, and... embellishment does much for a man's success among the womenfolk. Especially the commoners who so wish to attach themselves to us. But it must not be the same for encounters with the Perdan noblewomen, no? They must surely expect grander refinement and elegance from a suitor to... match them?" The young seventeen year old's inquisitive tone would have him nearly appearing as though he's seeking advice. | |
| Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Roleplay from Tsingu Orobar, Earl of Clermont | |
| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (31 recipients) - 2020-11-29 17:56:32 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
Tsingu studied both men while they talked. He could see the fire burning in their eyes, he could feel their passion. Of course they were young, they needed to experience life on their own. Make mistakes. Perhaps one day they would look back to the ideals and values they cherished today and laugh. But they had their hearts in the right place. Tsingu made a decision. "Sir Oliver, my advise to you would be don't ask my advise when it comes to courting highborn ladies. I can tell you you're right, they expect a whole lot of you before they'll even consider to open their hearts to you. But besides that, my guess is as good as yours. You might have noticed I am an older man, without a wife, without heirs and an over develop sword arm. Perhaps you'd be better off directing your question to someone more...romantically capable. One of our Dukes maybe? If you want to learn a few things though, I know some places where they can teach you lessons you'll never forget." Tsingu wondered how the young knight would take this. It could tell him a lot about the man. "Sir Daario, what would you say, when the tournament is over and you find yourself without any duties, you pay me a visit in Clermont? I don't like to be around people too often, but we could let the swords do the talking. I'd be happy to share my knowledge. Sir Oliver, the offer stands for you as well." | |
| Tsingu Orobar, Earl of Clermont | |
| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (31 recipients) - 2020-11-29 23:07:40 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
He allows himself to gently sway with his stallion as they all plod down the road; and Oliver ends up smirking in amusement at Tsingu's self-deprecating humour. The young knight even softly snorts at the idea of asking the dukes; an unbidden thought of absurdly asking Lucius Poe on romance like a father figure comes to Oliver's mind. His hand waves flippantly through the air, and his smirk turns oily and confident seeming. "Oh. I do not need any lessons on the subject, my lord. I'm more than experienced enough, I was just curious about Perdan women." Oliver's eyes glaze over as another image, this time of a particular young noblewoman, storms through his thoughts. After a moment his mirth passes and he glances at both Daario and Tsingu again, eyes briefly falling across their swords. "It would be interesting I admit to spar with a fellow nobleman for a change. I believe I may take you up on that offer." He smirks and turns cocky, "Perhaps I can teach even you something, Lord Orobar." | |
| Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Roleplay from Tsingu Orobar, Earl of Clermont | |
| Message sent to All Nobles of Perdan (31 Recipients) - 2020-11-30 00:07:58 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
"I understand your curiosity, Sir Oliver. Perdanese noble women are quite intriguing. They are strong as steel, yet soft as a feather. Their beauty resembles that of blooming flowers, yet they can sting like thorns. Their words and stories will brighten your days, yet the way to their heart is a maze. Whatever advise you might hear over the years to come, just be confident, be yourself. You're Sir Oliver the Brave. A maze shouldn't hold you back." Tsingu noticed the young knight got a distant look into his eyes while he was talking. A faint blush colored his cheeks. The Earl smiled when he realized. Oliver wasn't talking about Perdanese women. No, it was one woman. Oh, the wonders of the youth. "I'm sure you can teach me something. Every fight, every opponent is a new challenge. You know what, I have a first assignment for you, if you'd want me to train you. When we arrive in Sirion, I want you to ask a Lady to dance with you. You'd be surprised how much a swordfight and a dance are alike, there is a lot to learn from it." Chances were this mysterious woman would be at the tournament as well. If she was, this would give the young man opportunity, while he got to see how brave Sir Oliver really was. | |
| Tsingu Orobar, Earl of Clermont | |
| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Message sent to All nobles of Perdan (31 recipients) - 2020-11-30 03:18:27 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
"The Brave?" Oliver repeats the title from the man in a soft scoff and shakes his head. "You think highly of me, my lord." My brother would love that title. He then tosses his head back confidently when he finally answers in a clearer tone, "Very well. It should be easy enough. If there is to be such a party, I will find the Queen of Sirion herself, and ask her to a dance." Obviously the young knight seems very sure of his own masculine appeal, at least until a thought then crosses his features in form of a frown. "There is a queen in Sirion, correct?... Well if not, then the next best prospect." | |
| Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
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| Message sent to All nobles of Perdan (31 recipients) - 2020-11-30 18:30:02 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
The young knight chuckled at Oliver's apparent machismo, shifting his body restlessly for a moment in the saddle. "A so-called Prime Minister sits at the helm of Sirion, Sir Oliver. It is the way it has been for decades now, I believe," Daario responded astutely, recalling his hurried studying of the realms and rulers of the Eastern Continent following his uplifting to knighthood by the then-Duchess Alyssa Kingsley. "One may serve, be replaced, and serve again, all elected at regular intervals." He paused for a moment, ruminating in his thoughts of the tournament only a month and a half prior, which felt like jaded memories of years past with the amount of change and upheaval the young knight has experienced in that time. "Indeed, it was one of the most recent serving Prime Ministers that bested me in the second round of the sword-fighting at Isadril." He paused again in hastened thought, the pressure of the situation and the frustration he felt in defeat flooding over him as if he had just hit the dirt as he did in that battle of skill. "A truly worthy opponent," he concluded wistfully, a muted sigh escaping his lips against his best intentions. | |
| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Message sent to Everyone at the tournament grounds in Sirion (59 recipients) - 2020-11-30 20:10:56 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
The group of bachelor knights at last make their way over the final resplendently built bridge and find themselves at a striking city of tents on the tourney grounds. Many of the temporary dwellings stark white, while others audaciously represent their house colors in vibrant appeal. Foregoing more resplendent attire for travel, Oliver elected for wearing a simple dark riding jacket, but still tasteful in design with white ruffles on the cuffs and around the collar. Sir Daario Vulparan with him was well groomed similarly as he usually is. Lord Tsingu Orobar was trailing a little farther behind in his heraldic grey clothes and his trusty sword at his side; he let the energetic youths ride faster ahead of him towards the tournament. "Ah. Finally." Oliver softly sighs. "We've made it in time it seems." Straight-backed in his saddle in image of noble class, he glances back towards the others with a smirk, his natural scowl even softening for a change. "I will try my best, Lord Orobar to complete the task you assigned me. As long as there are parties and gatherings to be had." Cockily, one of his eyebrows curve up at the older lord, and he light-heartedly asks, "Does my mission have to end at just dancing?" | |
| Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Roleplay from Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
| Message sent to Everyone at the tournament grounds in Sirion (59 recipients) - 2020-11-30 22:17:42 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
((From Tsingu Orobar's player as his arrival had somehow been delayed during our chain)) Against his expectations, Tsingu had enjoyed his travel with the youthful knights. The conversation had been entertaining and informative, they even talked about meeting again once the tournament was over. lt felt like some of their energy transferred into his old bones, something he could certainly benefit from here. Looking around though, he noticed his dislike for being in crowded areas slowly coming back, so he decided to hang back. Watch the people here from a distance, study their moves, while Sir Daario and Sir Oliver left him behind to feast their eyes upon the many wonderful events that came with a tournament. Before they disappeared into the crowd though, Sir Oliver turned back towards him.
Tsingu turned to the other knight, having a question task him before he left. "Sir Daario, before you go and experience this glorious event, would you perhaps find some time to talk to me later today, or maybe tomorrow. I'd like to talk to you in private?" Oliver merely kept up his smirk at the older knight's not so subtle euphemism, but his gaze turns curious between Tsingu and Daario at the question of a private conversation. With the tournament now before him, he does finally give his companions a nod of farewell, or at least to give them privacy, "Once we've settled in perhaps we should all meet up for a drink and get together at one of these... Lovely inns, if we cannot find a proper gathering first. The drinks will be on me, my lords." He presses his heels back into his stallion then, moving forward to find what Sirion has in store for him. "For now, I shall see you both on the morrow!" Oliver's retinue now making up just his tall yssrgardian shieldmaiden serving as an out-of-place squire, Brynja, who had been staring at old elvish architecture all around with her mouth agape. | |
| Oliver Laststar, Knight of Bescanon | |
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| Message sent to Everyone at the tournament grounds in Sirion (59 recipients) - 2020-11-30 22:35:59 | |
| For Dignity, Drink, and Dames: The Road to Sirion
The young knight did not expect to be receive such a personal invitation and felt genuinely honoured to be offered. As he nodded courteously at the notion in preparation of also verbalising a response, a pang of concern sprouted within him. What could the Earl possibly need to discuss with me in private? Thoughts shot like a flurry through his mind, though Daario could not place his cognitive finger on anything he may have done or said to offend the noble Tsingu. Unable to come to a satisfactory conclusion, Daario managed to prevent his brows from furrowing and pushed a polite smile onto his lips. "It would be an honour, my lord. I serve at your convenience." He responded gently, choosing his words carefully so as not to exacerbate whatever the Earl of Clermont wished to discuss in private - good or bad. "Your presence has eased the journey greatly, Sir Oliver. You can expect your offer to be accepted presently." The young knight replied eagerly, a now-genuine smile broadening on his face. What is it about the journey to tourneys that brings about such opportunities to meet peers within the realm, he ruminated for a moment as he idly watched Oliver and his courser pace onwards. Sir Daario turned his attention back to Earl Orobar, unsatisfied with the vagueness of his prior assertion. "My squire and I must first establish our presence here, my Lord. Might I visit you thereafter?" He proposed gingerly, the Earl's superior rank burning into the young knight's confidence in taking the initiative to make the arrangement as opposed to simply following that which may be prescribed. While he spoke, his eyes flitted ever so occasionally towards the city that now enveloped them. Most chiefly of all before him was the grand array of fluttering banners and colourful canvas of nobles from far and wide that lavishly greeted the young knight's excitable gaze. | |
