-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : Even he needed breaks, there were few things that annoyed him to the degree being nice and noble could. Earlier in the evening he had spent some time out in the vacant training yards while the guards were not using it. He had no intention to let his training slip, just because he was poised as a noble didn't mean he had to let himself go. No lady>
-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : wanted to marry a fat noble who knew nothing of discipline or physical endurance. Before the rising of the dawn the elven noble had disappeared from the castle grounds leaving only the message that he was going for a walk to the guards. He proved to be no threat to the empire thus far and had been nothing but well behaved in the courts giving>
-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : them no reason to suspect him of any trouble he might cause. A heavy wool cloak draped over his shoulders encircling him almost entirely. Only the opening of the deep hood revealed his facial features. Half from the nose down were concealed by a warming mask. Yet once he was beyond the city guards and well into the forest that he >
Gabrielle : whoa whoa whoa... ded men tell no tales. ))
Gabrielle : lmao ))
-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : had earlier labeled something close to home. The fluffy white flakes falling from the low and heavy clouds had already threatened to stick to the ground and trees plunging the temperature lower. Exhaling a sigh this was the weather he enjoyed most. He had been born in one of Tel'ranoi's worst winters before the rift had been opened>
Gabrielle : just kidding ))
-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : lol not dead, just technically banished 8)
-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : in the sky. Ice and snow fell like daggers on the eve of his birth, and since he had found himself most like winter. Weaving through trees not one to take a path he found himself in front of a familiar camp. It's owner was no where to be found. He had figured she had went to stay the cold evenings with her other lover. Not something that>
-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : bothered him in the least.It was here at least that he could discard the illusion entirely. Such a tiring thing to hold steady, more so the persona he portrayed with the appearance. Part of him wished to vomit with polite things he had said and done. "Can't believe I'm doing this..." He muttered quietly to himself moving over to the tent in >
-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : question checking the inside to ensure nothing had been pillaged. The only item of concern to him was not in the tent. No, he entrusted Ja'nessa with that and he had faith she'd not try to break the binding spell on it and peek inside. Things were nice and organized with in the tent showing none had been here. Exiting the tent he replaced the >
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-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : natural camoflauge covering the tent making it something of an optical illusion to find. A trait known among all elves who stayed in the wilderness that didn't use the canopy of the forest for their lodging. Pushing the hood from his head revealing himself for more than a simple cloaked traveler, Veriden's head tipped back letting the >
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-۷ễřǐđėŋ- : flakes of snow land on his face melting with his body heat, a refreshing reminder of the season soon to come. He was safe out here so long as none of the guards patrolled this deep and saw him, an easy remedy to fix though for a select handful knew the true happening and agreement between the elf and the tyrant.-