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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #75: July 23, 2019, 05:04:44 PM »


Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley



Aly immediately recognized her own words parroted back at her. /This is him in the flesh/ she thought as he approached her. His hair was a mess of blond and his eyes shone like two green gems. He smiled like he had just told some brilliant jape. She frowned when their eyes met and threw her helm to the ground in frustration. She turned to one of her men who was standing around looking confused. "Go find Jan and Cal Reed.". The man wandered off as Sir Nemean trotted beside her on his horse.

"What is there to smile about Sir?" She asked him, her brow furrowed. "500 men are dead. Stirred up by your realm's plundering. And here you are grinning like a fool."

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #76: July 23, 2019, 05:05:49 PM »

Here's the response. Not sure what will happen but I realize this could go horribly wrong. Perhaps playful, perhaps down creep lane.


The Braided Crown
 

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She frowned when their eyes met and threw her helm to the ground in frustration. She turned to one of her men who was standing around looking confused. "Go find Jan and Cal Reed.". The man wandered off as Sir Nemean trotted beside her on his horse.

"What is there to smile about Sir?" She asked him, her brow furrowed. "500 men are dead. Stirred up by your realm's plundering. And here you are grinning like a fool." ~Alyssa Kingsley



Like the rider, the dark coated steed sniffed the air curiously. His great black eyes observing the young woman beside him. Before he responded to her Nemean made a bit of a show of looking at her helmet which now sat among the blades of grass. ''You don't really lighten up do you?'' He allowed the tiniest of pauses before continuing. ''It's not my choice and they are Lawless. Nor do I relish death or the dealing of it.'' The words hung in the air as his demeanor remained serious.

Being in such close proximity and having a superb view of her golden, braided crown his eyes wandered and his smile returned. A bastard of a smile, a rogue in the night that slid from alley to alley. A grin it was indeed. ''Who's that?'' He asked her as he looked beyond her. Hoping she would fall for the bait. Irrespective of her personal space a gloved hand reached out to her. Mischief was too soft to describe it but neither was it compulsion. He simply wanted to grab one of those braids. Tease her perhaps. The thoughts and reasons appeared and went again. He just acted. Trying to touch her head.

''I smiled because I did and I've told you why. Can't really help it.'' The words came out playful and he shrugged. ''However if you persist in being so serious..'' He gently bit down on his lip. ''It just looks ridiculously funny.'' A snort already escaping his strained and feeble reserve.


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #77: July 23, 2019, 08:50:25 PM »


Roleplay from Alyssa Kingsley


She didn't look, instead Alyssa stared into Nemean's emerald gems, as she swatted his hand away.

"You are not familiar, Sir." She challenged. "I am a knight of Perdan not some tavern wench you can grope and giggle with. Do not presume to touch me again."

She crossed her arms. "And you can laugh as you wish, but I take my responsibilities seriously. If you don't wish to deal death then don't. But Eponllyn's actions speak louder to me than your words Sir Nemean."

She could hear foot steps approaching from behind, and the familiar tune of "Lady in White" being whistled.

"We must teach them. Violence will teach them violence as we saw today. We must be better."

Two men approached her from behind. One was short, stocky, with a great bushy beard. He held a spear in his hand. The other tall and lithe with messy black hair, hand on the sword on his hip. The tall one finished his whistle ending with the tune's final line, singing dramatically:

/"No maid is as fair as my Lady in White!"/

Alyssa glared at him and he shot her a roguish smile. The other just shook his head.

"Captain," she said to the dark haired man as sternly as she could, "Please escort Sir Nemean back to his own camp. He seems to have wandered to the wrong side of the battle lines."

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #78: July 24, 2019, 12:10:28 PM »

Welcome back, today I have perhaps the last piece in this particular and small Rp chain. Nemean departs on Alyssa's suggestion. Hope you like it.


Parting Words
 

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/"No maid is as fair as my Lady in White!"/

Alyssa glared at him and he shot her a roguish smile.

"Captain," she said to the dark haired man as sternly as she could, "Please escort Sir Nemean back to his own camp. He seems to have wandered to the wrong side of the battle lines." ~Alyssa Kingsley



Watching the exchange from horseback Nemean couldn't help but feel a strange mix of wonder and perplexity. Alyssa had batted his hand away like it was nothing. The letters she had written him took on a new tone as he heard her voice rich with scolding. Lazily his rebuffed hand rested on the horn of his saddle as he tried to make sense of it all. Fierce like Selenia but with even more sense of purpose. The thought made him smirk.

Her every pose struck him as unique and tantalizing. Crossed arms a challenge. Her frown an invitation to convince her, the lackluster discipline of her captain a call to defend her. Defend her? His nose wrinkled at the thought. As Alyssa's captain deigned to direct him back and away Nemean shook his head to clear it of his daydreaming or musing, he wasn't sure what it was he just did. The dismissive gesture provoked the raven haired captain who thought it was directed at him. Ready to reinforce his intend with words the captain was about to speak as the young Lion of Eponllyn raised a hand to proverbially smother him. There a small spark of Nobility shone through. A certain poise and grace that caused pause in the captain and of which Nemean likely realized little of his own display.

Turning his attention to the fair Alyssa he left her with a choice few words before he departed. ''Apologies if I caused offence. That was not my intend. Merely to lay eyes upon her that gave me valued insight.'' Considering for a moment to say more, he decided against it and tugged on the reins, guiding his steed away from the Southron camp. A few strides into the departure he looked over his shoulder. Not so much to see if she was looking but rather to say. ''I hope I'll see you again.''

With those words having existed his mouth, he gave his mount his head and the mighty beast responded.Powerful legs propelled rider and horse ahead. Surging through the field, a black tail held aloft. The tall grass parting and rippling like a calm ocean disturbed. All the while darting out of the way of thundering hooves, a clutch of hare appeared. Panicked by their exposure but versed in evasion and soon vanishing in kind, behind the screens of vegetation.


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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #79: August 10, 2019, 10:30:13 AM »
After a 50K ish CS battle. A little Rp to illustrate bad unit line settings.


Returning after Battle

After a rather impetus charge led by his captain, Nemean rode away from the battlefield. Bodies littered the ground and the earth was saturated with blood and piss and vomit. Quietly he thanked whatever gods would listen for the fact he rode a horse and didn't have to wade through it. To a man his warriors were either wounded or slain. His eyes looked around for his captain, Jacinta. The woman had given the order to charge way before the appointed time. Charging headlong into the enemy lines.

It wouldn't have done to stay back and let his riders charge without their leader so Nemean followed, knowing it was a doomed action from the start. It just didn't register, not a single enemy lance or sword or arrow had found him. A hand ran over his torso. Slick with blood but none of it his own. He passed by the healers tent. Stuffed with groaning and whimpering men. The wounded lay in the grass all around the tent. A particularly grim looking priest offering last rites as life fled from the bodies of so many waiting for medical attention but never receiving it on time.

As he pushed his mount on, he thought long and hard about sacking his captain. She had caused so much needless death.

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Re: The Tales of Nemean JeVondair Renodin
« Reply #80: August 14, 2019, 07:07:06 PM »
A little RP I did to illustrate a potentially important bit of news that reached Nemean. Time will tell and I'm sure that if all works out well, you'll get to read about it here sometime in the future. For now though, enjoy the intermezzo.


History in the Making

Sat upon a small bluff overlooking the army that sat camped in Bescanon, Nemean enjoyed the riverside breeze that gently tugged dark golden hair. His hands busy working a small piece of wood with a knife. A crude creation that was supposed to look like a horse but its legs were stumpy. Some way too thin while others were far to thick. Not to mention the actual head. An absolute abomination.

Hearing rather than seeing, Nemean noticed a messenger come up. ''Sir, a message from the Phoenix Queen.'' While such news would perhaps cause others to stir with hesitation and respect, it was family business for the young noble. ''You could just call it a message from Selenia you know.'' Nemean looked up at the messenger. ''She's the Phoenix Queen though.'' The cautious reply came. ''And I am a Prince but you call me Sir, not that I mind.''

Not wanting to delve deeper into the matter the messenger handed Nemean the letter and saluted before promptly departing. Opening the letter was accompanied by a gust of wind that blew counter to the all the rest. Causing tendrils of hair, the color of a late day sun to spill all over his face. Nothing his hand couldn't remedy. As his eyes roamed over the rather brief message he felt his pulse quicken.

''History is in the making.'' He read softly to himself. A fierce smile riding across his face like a conquering horde. He put the letter away after reading it again and resumed working on the wooden horse. But before setting his knife to work, he changed his mind and hurled it away. ''Not good enough.'' Fighting words and he felt like it. Standing up he called out to Jacinta, his captain. ''Sparring match, ready yourself!''

So the young Noble awaited the fate that was now coming to him. Exhanging blows with a far more experienced fighter than himself. A curious if fitting comparison to his life.