Nummy

*Ryder looks around the room, her emerald eyes darting from face to face, trying to take it all in at once. She gazes at the architecture of the room in amazement, her fiery hair hanging loosely on her shoulders. She wears a gown of deep red made of some of the finest silks, along with a crown of flowers in her hair.

She stays close by Eze'kiel, holding his hand gently, terrified to leave his side in the crowd of strangers. She smiles politely at all who come to speak with him,

(ouch Artorus... ouch. The hurt is there. I didn't know you felt that way about me.)

Piper sits at her seat on the fountain, listening to the children play.

Piper tilts her head as she reads the note, humming quietly as she holds her daughter's hand. The sun shines down on the city of Arethor as all sorts of different races mingle peacefully together.

"Executions everyday?" She thinks to herself, she looks over to the empty gallows as a tumbleweed blows across them. She looks back and tries to remember the last execution, besides that of the traitor, but finds it quite difficult.

"Am I in the right city?"

She re-reads the note and takes a look around her, seeming confused at the false accusations.

Piper roams around Ildon, the snow falling into her dark auburn hair as she looks around the keep. The screams still haunt her mind, the over whelming grief that has come over her in the last week showing in her eyes. She feels empty, and cold inside. Is this what she wanted? How could she find joy in such a horrible thing.. she thought it would bring her relief..but it only bringing a sense of guilt upon her. She clasps her hand around a silver locket around her neck, saying a silent prayer to the fallen woman.

Shaking her head, Piper picks up the wooden training sword and puts on a mask of someone less unburdened, a joyless smile on her face. She turns and does the only thing she can do, to take care of her Little Bella Elendil, and to keep her safe from the monsters.

"Auntie's safe now Bella" She whispers, then continues on, trying to occupy Bella's mind with sword training.

Piper gives lion an emotionless look and sets the dresses down. "Fine, I'll leave. But ye might wanna stop the new self proclaimed lord of this keep to stop his renovation plans". She turns on her heel and walk out.

Piper growls as she sees Patrick, holding the dresses close to her. "I thought I would take these before you all decided to take these from me as well." She glares at lion and then are Patrick before turning to the door.

Piper walks up the great stone stairs once more, running her hand along the wall and wishing she could hear her sister's laugh echo through the halls once more. She stops at the top of the stairs as her eyes catch sight of Lion, she keeps walking, taking notice of Mirtok in the corner with his mouth full of cake, as she heads into her Sister's room.

Piper sighs, looking around at the material belongings her sister left behind. She picks up a few of her sister's dresses and starts to walk out of the bedroom.

She stops to give Lion a cold look, "People think you're gone. Expect visitors who think this is their home".

Le gasp ! It'd be nice for someone to rp my daughter, she's about ten, and she has a twin brother. There is a mother and a father, both elves, and knights of Oren. It's Piper and Mizu in case you're wondering.

Piper walks in, careful not to wipe her muddy boots on the precious carpet, she makes her way to the side and leans against a pillar looking over all the faces in the room as she waits for the meeting to commence.

Piper hands Mizu a badly written Piece of paper

Name: Piper Nuri

Squire: I have one, ye know who he is

Location: Sittin on Axl's Throne while he isnt lookin. And right Beside you..

Emmeline walks into the throne room with a small bundle under her arm, she looks upon the face of the great Emperor and curtsies despite his unresponsiveness. Putting on a smile she lays the bundle of food and water behind her husband's feet and steps up, whispering something in his ear. Emmeline steps back and forces a smile before walking out of the keep.

Piper looks up as she attempts to read the letter, sitting at at the dining table in the black keep, She hands the letter to her sister who sighs heavily, reading it out for her. Emmeline then calls for one of her servants, bringing her a quill and some parchment as she writes the response for her illiterate sister.

"Piper Nuri. Dame of the Chapter Lion"

Emmeline gives the letter to Piper who signs her name at the bottom. She seals the letter and ties it to the collar of the black kitten who makes his way out of the black keep and towards Arethor.

Piper looks around, her iron boots caked with mud, she walks around the confusion of the Keep. Distracted, she trips over a little old man on his hands and knees, cursing as he scrubs the now salvageable carpet with his toothbrush.

Piper reads the message over, smirking as she hands it over to Emmeline. Her sister lets out a growl as she reads the note and crumples it up in her fists. "***** Wives?" she scowls. Turning to Ser Mizu she hands him the note, glaring at him. "Find this roof runner and bring him to me alive, We'll let my husband deal with him before i do".

((OOC Information -

Minecraft Name: Numirya

Age: 18

Timezone: Eastern

Villain Application (Optional): Currently in the process of writing one

Skype ((Option but recommended)): Numirya

RP Information -))

Piper sits at the sanctuary, resting her elbows and staring at the parchment in front of her. Adalwulf pulls out his quill, helping her form words across the paper in his smooth handwriting. He looks at her, casually looking to the parchment as he dictates her words, casually adding finesse and finery to her rough speech.

Full Name: Piper Nuri.

Age: I have experienced Twenty one name days in my life.

Race: A mixed blooded southern Human and elf Halfbreed.

Gender: Female

Profession:

My skills are greatly devoted to combat and strength, and therefore I have seen many years as a fighter. A blade fits well in my hand, spending most of my life training with daggers and swords. When the time calls for it, I can use my hands in combat, fighting with agility and pure strength. I have also been known as an archer with a keen eye, not one of most perfected skills, yet I always seem to hit my target.

Adalwulf looks up to her and asks “Do you have any outstanding jobs?”

Piper shifts in her chair, “I am a bannerwoman fer the house Aldelban, But I am not ‘appy there, what I do there.. I would not call it working. I ‘ave no ties to that Nation, other than the few friends I ‘ave made there”

Adalwulf smiles, “I do hope we will not have the same treatment?”

Piper looks to him, “If yer king and Nation is far better than the one I’m currently dealin with, then ye will ‘ave no trouble at all. I am un'appy with the life i'm livin' and will predge allegiance te Holm if yer Admiral will 'ave me"

A brief description about yourself:

I see myself a strong woman, not giving into the vanities that most women are accustomed to. I will not let my feelings get in my way, nor will I let any obstacles stop me from obtaining my goal.

I can only describe myself as a bored individual who is looking for a new meaning in my life. My past has been difficult and I have been struggling with something that will give me direction and order to the chaos. I wish to do something with meaning and purpose, and I believe that the sea could give me that freedom.

*a small sketch of a woman falls out of the parchment, the sides are tattered and the corners torn. The admiral would recognize the woman who sailed with him just a few moons past*

*A young woman with long curly hair and bright blue eyes stands before you in the center of the Sanctuary, her arm is bandaged and fresh blood can be seen seeping through the wrappings. Her other hand clutches onto her sword as she looks out at the crowd, her voice raised as she begins speaking to the people around her*

It is amazing how immense curiosity can manifest into fear, a fear grips onto your body and leaves you motionless, almost begging for your life and wishing for it all to end. I never thought I would feel that, my entire life I have learned to be strong, stand tall, don’t take abuse from anyone. But not everyone can be full of courage; we all have a breaking point, the point where we all fall apart and turn to jelly. I guess my rambling about fear is not what I am here for, what I am here for is something far more important, for I have witnessed something, come in contact with something so terrifying that we all may be in grave danger.

My name is Piper, and I am a banner man of house Adelban. For the last few weeks I have been spending a great deal of time in the city of Arethor, and it is there where I met them.

*She takes a deep breath, her eyes meeting the ground before beginning once more*

Many of you have seen them, heard them whispering in your ears. They come and go at will, blowing away in the wind like grains of sand. They are seen only by those who they want to see them, and will say no word that you understand. I was, like many around me who have seen them, entranced by them, curious and marveled at their abilities. I wanted to know more, wanted to know what they wanted and who they were. Yet nothing could have prepared me for what was to happen.

I wish I could give you a description of them, but it is hard to describe a shadow. Dark grey robes hang over their bodies, almost rotting fabric dangling over them. Yet, I can describe their leader, the one who took an interest in me. I will never forget the way he looked at me, his chilling eyes staring into mine as he smiled and showed his yellow rotting teeth. His breath is as vile as the rest of him, giving off an odor of death and rot. His tangled beard is frayed, the hair dry and almost dead looking.

"Kla'dhon..." she seems to whisper to herself

I stood in the square, standing between the hooded shadows and an army of armored men, trying to keep the peace between the two. They had never done harm to another, so why would I let the armies of Oren tear them apart, to let blood flow into the fountain? Yet, now that I think of it... I should have stepped back; I should have let them be thrown to the wolves. They disappeared from the fountain, one by one they turned into smoke, the gates rose and another sun shone above us. I left the city, the crowds of people and disturbances driving me to look for a more peaceful place. My feet took me away, step by step until I was at the sanctuary. Smiling, I stood under a birch tree, enjoying the cool breeze as I looked around at the people around me. Something felt wrong..

Her hands begin to shake, gripping tightly on the hilt of her sword until her knuckles turn white.

There was a man with his sword out. He swung at the air as he cursed out some being. I looked him over, and he showed no signs of madness. Gripping onto the tree I kept my distance, knowing deep down what was going to happen. I felt a pair of eyes on me, and looking across the temple courtyard stood their leader, the bearded vile one. He smiled at me and pointed, and one by one the others appeared on the platforms of the temple, swirling smoke around them as they came. The man with the sword grew angry, his katana catching the light of the sun as he gripped it tightly in his hand. He leapt at the bearded one, his hands reaching out to try and grasp at his robes, yet his fingers wrapped around the air as the bearded one disappeared once more, standing in the center of the temple.

I moved around to get a better look, standing directly in front of the path to the dwarven nation. The shadow ones.. they started saying things in their tongue.. Yet always, just like it was before. Kla’dhon.. Klad’hon.. and then.. I looked around me; the others were closing in on me, getting closer and closer as they surrounded me. My eyes still did not stray from their leader and one by one, just as many times before they disappeared… except this time, I went with them.

"Kla'dhon.."

As the world around me stopped spinning and the smoke cleared, the room became clear. He was standing in front of me, his teeth rotting as he smiled. Startled and confused, I backed up into the corner, foolishly demanding them to tell me where I was, and what was happening. His followers grabbed hold of me, their icy metallic fingers digging into my skin as they drug me across the floor, through the winding hallways and into a grand room. I was underground.. The air smelled musty and old, water dripped from the stones above and onto the floor. I don’t know what was going through my head at the time, fear yes, curiosity; a little.

*she chuckles as if remembering some sort of joke, shaking her head to snap herself out of it*

The followers drug me to a deep pool in front of a red throne, where the leader took his place. He smiled that bone chilling smile as the followers let go of me. For one moment I dared take my eyes off of him and I gazed down at the pool, the fresh water reflected my face back at me as I took sight of the blood circling the outside edge of the pool.

"Kla'dhon"

I looked back up to the leader, my eyes filled with fear. I knew that I had no hope of fighting these men, these beings that could disappear at will, which could turn to smoke and blow away. I was hopeless and completely at their mercy. I put on a mask, a mask of whatever courage I had left in me, yet they knew how to throw it off, how to shatter it. Their whispers filled my head with words unknown to me as the broke what was left of my shields against them. They reveled in my fear; spoke in a mocking way as I almost begged them for explanations.

*Her legs begin to betray her, shaking a bit as she relives the memory*

I felt a cold hand wrap around my arm, metal scraping against my skin once more as I turned to face him. One of the followers had me in his grasp, a long dagger in the other hand. I looked to the leader for answers, but all I got in response was the same, “Kla’dhon”. The follower yanked my arm and put it over the pool of water, dragging the blade across my skin as blood pooled to the surface of the cut. I gritted my teeth, fighting back a scream as my skin tore. The leader began to laugh, if the noises that escaped his mouth could be classified as laughter. Yet as the first drops of my blood hit the water below, the laughter ceased and the Leader’s body started to twitch ever so slightly, his dark eyes rolling to the back of his head so only the whites were visible.

"Kla'dhon"

The follower released my arm, walking behind me as the others began chanting, mumbling something I didn’t understand. Gripping my bleeding wound I looked around me, fear taking hold of me as smoke swirled around the follower’s bodies. I looked up to the warlock, but my vision was blocked, blocked by the smoke that seemed to be seeping up from the pool and enveloping them all. The followers enjoyed the smoke; they seemed to revel in it, wanting more and more of it around them. I heard a voice through the smoke, the leader was chanting, some sort of incantation, his voice growing deeper and deeper until it sounded almost demonic.

My knees started to shake, before long they betrayed me as I fell to my knees. The followers.. I looked around at them, their backs were arching, they were mumbling as if half mad. I had never felt so out of place and frightened. One of them said something to me... “Mieln’bjor” if I’m repeating that correctly.

The smoke started to cloud and allowed me a look at the leader, and one by one the others turned to smoke once more, disappearing into the air until it was just him and I. What did I feel in those last few moments? I felt like my life was going to be over, that I would never see the sun rise again, nor feel the cool spring air on my face. He looked into my eyes.. and I’ll never forget the smile that spread across his face. A smile so full of pride and hatred, but most off all filled with a sense of victory. He let out one last laugh, a laugh that echoed off the cave walls around me, before the world went black and I fell forward.

*She falls to her knees, her hand letting go of her sword and holding onto her bleeding arm. She looks down at the ground*

I awoke gasping for air, clinging to the sides of the pool. As I opened my eyes I looked up at the sun. I was no longer in their lair.. but back at the sanctuary. “Was it a dream?” I asked myself. I looked down, the pool of water began to turn red with my blood.

"Kla'dhon"

((Also would love to add a BIG thank you to the event team for this amazing rp))