Their romance was storybook. Larien was the daughter of a noble lord who meant for her to marry another elven lord. She was prepared to go along with this, knowing that it was her duty to marry so as to strengthen her father's claims. Then she met William. Will was somewhat of a free spirit, young, handsome, and with the carefree lifestyle that comes with the short lives of humans. Both families fought against the marriage, but they were in love and eventually eloped. After a few years, Larien's father welcomed them back to the sanctuary of his home, though his disapproved of their half-breed son, who they had named Gaelyn. <br><br>The family lived in a tense peace with the elves. William was always shunned and his child was raised behind the walls of their keep. Knowing that with his heritage, the best he could hope for was to become a priest or a soldier, Will trained young Gaelyn both in the glory of Myria and in the ways of battle. <br><br>Several years later, Larien became pregnant once more, bringing little Vella into the world. Gaelyn took a liking to his little sister as soon as he laid eyes on her. He would run to her crib when she cried a, coddling her even when their mother was around to nurse. Under his watchful eye, Vella grew to become a playful child, though there were no others their own age to play with, leaving the siblings with only each other for company. Neither had been beyond the walls of their home in over a dozen years. <br><br>In the ways of children, Vella failed to recognize that their father was growing old much faster than either of them or their mother. She didn't see the way that Larien's eyes began to wander or hear the whispered encouragement of her father to find an elf she could marry. All she knew was that one day they lived in the tower that had been their home for years and the next they were sent beyond the walls, thrust into the world with only their elderly father to guide them. <br><br>They began to travel, a life that was at first exciting, then terrifying for the girl. After a terrifying run-in with bandits that left her split from her family, William and Gaelyn agreed that they would dole out the money to allow her to live in the relative safety of the inns as they traveled. Left on her own more often than not, Vella turned to Myria, losing herself in prayer. If not for the strength of her God, she would have gone crazy waiting for her father and brother to return. <br><br>Then one day, Gaelyn returned without their father. He had died a heroic death defending them from another group of bandits and it was no longer safe for them to stay where they were. Though she was afraid, her brother had sworn to protect her against all the dangers of the world, and trusting in him and Myria, the pair set off to find new lives in Thera.
The Undead Transformation
Gaelyn and Vella wandered for time time before they settled in Valour.
Thera was not the haven of safety they had hoped and she found herself
spending much time in the safety of her Guildhall, practicing Myria's
blessings. Time passed and together they trained, gaining stronger and
performing the necessary penances to Myria. Gaelyn was taken as a squire by
the Knight Euriah and it seemed that soon they would gain the protection of
all the knights.
That soon changed.
Mkatos Thraza had his eye on young Gaelyn. Forced to await the attention of
the knights, he told his sister to accept the promotions within her
guildhall without him. It was not long until she drew the Legion's
attention. Summoned away from the safety of her group, Mkatos spoke to her
in a tone that was more reasonable that she expected. Gaelyn arrived within
moments and the two men parted ways, Vella herself unhurt.
It was not longer after that Gaelyn was Knighted by Rondak himself. Vella
was present to hear his interview with the Executor and watch him kneel at
the Altar of Light. Though the truth of her father's cowardice was
revealed, she could not have been more proud of her brother. To show
support for the knights, she donated all the money they had saved in their
training and Rondak granted her an honorary title as a noble of Valour.
But Mkatos was not satisfied with their last interaction. He sought Gaelyn
and Vella again. Not willing to leave her in the face of battle, Gaelyn
ordered her away while he battled the shaman. Trusting that her brother
would keep her safe, Vella returned to Valour. What she did not know was
that Mkatos's weapons were his words rather than his blade. Gaelyn called
her to meet him near Myria's shrine.
The man standing there was not the brother she remembered. Whatever words
had been exchanged between him and Mkatos had left Gaelyn a changed man. He
spoke words of blasphemy and of an alliance with the Legion and the
darkness. No words she spoke, no reminders of his vows to the Knights would
sway him from his belief that only through the Legion could she be
protected.
Trusting blindly in Gaelyn, Vella found herself in a delicate position. She
knew her brother was soon to betray the city that had become her second
home, but he had ordered her silence. Unable to maintain a lie for long, it
is certain that the other knights and nobles were aware that something was
remiss, but she warned no one. Darkhaven began to recognize her as the
first of their lost nobility, but when the Valourian nobles questioned her,
she denied knowledge.
Soon, the Princess of Chaos summoned the pair to meet with her and Mkatos.
She had still prayed to see Gaelyn recover his senses and return with her to
the light, but the scene that unveiled before her dashed that hope. Before
her eyes, Gaelyn knelt at Nycticora's feet and renounced his vows both to
Myria and to Valour. He rose as a Legion.
The surprises did not end there. Nycticora handed Vella a holy grail,
insisting that she drink. Encouraged by her brother, she raised the glass
to her lips. There was a rush of power and her heart beat several times,
quickly, then slowed. Breath was indrawn in surprise then not expelled.
The lively color from her skin faded, leaving her pale, though not sickly.
Gaelyn had sold his soul to give her eternal youth and the protection of
Legion.
Their lives would never be the same.
This character outshone everyone else with RP, easily. I hear all the gripes, but I really don't care about all of the noise. I am only interested in how well was it carried out. In this case, impeccably so. Without a shadow of a doubt, phenomenal role play. Well done.
[code:1:8ebc08626e]Your description is:
There is a young woman standing in front of you, still as a statue. Her
dark hair blows around her bloodless face, whipping chestnut tendrils into
her eyes - eyes which retain little of their blue. There is a slight glow
to them, a red which fades to purple. This woman's body is clearly not that
of a fighter, full of soft curves and soft hands, but there is an unearthly
strength emanating from her. As her hair moves, small points are revealed
on the tips of her ears. Whatever else has happened, she retains some
semblance of her half-elven heritage. Every movement she makes is isolated
from the rest of her body. [/code:1:8ebc08626e]
Shout outs:
Gaelyn: I don't think there's anything more to say that we haven't said a dozen times already.
Mkatos: Thanks for letting me be a part of your big story. It's amazing and probably some of the most fun I've had on this game since I started playing.
Euriah: I don't remember getting a whole lot of interaction with you personally, but you were around a lot for the whole first half of the story. I'm a bit bummed you didn't stick it out with us, but I understand, too.
Libera: Good times and bad. sorry we couldn't be friends at the end.
Darzavius: It was also great. You would have been within your rights to continue to keep the agreement that had been made and still go on your own way, but I thought it was exemplary count/legion rp.
Varliv: Also always spectacular. I'd always wondered if there was something a little more than friendship there, but I loved wondering, too. Everything was great.
Nyct: Thanks for making it all possible. You rocked this.
I'm sure I missed some people and as I remember I'll post more. It was a good run. I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to delete, but I just couldn't buy into a depressed character and I don't have the time to spend on a redemption story.
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That's such a big sad face, now it's making ME sad.
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EDIT: bug logged for commended descriptions not showing on website.
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There is a young woman standing in front of you, still as a statue. Her
dark hair blows around her bloodless face, whipping chestnut tendrils into
her eyes - eyes which retain little of their blue. There is a slight glow
to them, a red which fades to purple. This woman's body is clearly not that
of a fighter, full of soft curves and soft hands, but there is an unearthly
strength emanating from her. As her hair moves, small points are revealed
on the tips of her ears. Whatever else has happened, she retains some
semblance of her half-elven heritage. Every movement she makes is isolated
from the rest of her body. [/code:1:8ebc08626e]
Shout outs:
Gaelyn: I don't think there's anything more to say that we haven't said a dozen times already.
Mkatos: Thanks for letting me be a part of your big story. It's amazing and probably some of the most fun I've had on this game since I started playing.
Euriah: I don't remember getting a whole lot of interaction with you personally, but you were around a lot for the whole first half of the story. I'm a bit bummed you didn't stick it out with us, but I understand, too.
Libera: Good times and bad. sorry we couldn't be friends at the end.
Darzavius: It was also great. You would have been within your rights to continue to keep the agreement that had been made and still go on your own way, but I thought it was exemplary count/legion rp.
Varliv: Also always spectacular. I'd always wondered if there was something a little more than friendship there, but I loved wondering, too. Everything was great.
Nyct: Thanks for making it all possible. You rocked this.
I'm sure I missed some people and as I remember I'll post more. It was a good run. I'm sorry I didn't have the guts to delete, but I just couldn't buy into a depressed character and I don't have the time to spend on a redemption story.
Thanks for the story.
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Man, this character will be missed. We will never be able to recreate something as amazing as the Gaelyn/Mkatos/Vella RP.
You were spectacularly stunning.
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