Mini Event give me a shot to remember
remembering Edrei!
Rexanna De Rosieres
the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
Played by: Skylark Offline
Change author:
Posts: 1,453 | Total: 13,495
MP: 0
#1
REXANNA
She knew she should have been planning her own wedding, but with Loren’s idea sparking in her head, she couldn’t help but to do this first. After all, the wedding would happen, it would, and nobody aside from Ezra had been handling the bar since her death. It was the least the Penumbra could do, with the Festival of Lights over and the lanterns set. She didn’t know Edrei well, but she knew her in more intimate ways at the very least.

And well, nobody had done one yet.

So she had spent time with Ezra in the Rathskeller, decorating it, cleaning it up, making sure the graffiti on the wall that Loren and her had done for Edrei were spotted by the bar. She had also taken detail in making sure the items used for the party had a small amount of a burn – an ideal indication, no questions asked as to who the party was for. They would know, everyone would know.

And she had dressed accordingly, making sure Bastien knew where to go, where to be, where she would be. And while the Rathskeller wasn’t ideal for her and her kin to partake in most of the festivities, that didn’t mean they couldn’t celebrate in other ways. She counted on it, actually. Standing behind the bar dressed in black and gold, leather and silks that fit tight against her bodice with a drooping neckline, hair cut short and straight above her shoulders, a drink she can’t taste or get the effects of in one hand, she waits for the party to begin.



Come celebrate the life of Edrei! :D no posting order, go at it! (Also, fyi, it takes place sometime after the Launceleyn Funeral!)
the penumbra
the moon is drunk with the sins of the sun.
& you stare, and wonder why
the universe never loved you back
Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
Played by: Cirago Offline
Change author:
Posts: 3,914 | Total: 7,219
MP: 10170
#2
He had mourned Edrei on his own, out where he had lost her. There was still a pit there, one he had dug with his own hands in a fruitless attempt to get her back, and he had drained a bottle of whiskey dry for her memory, building the biggest damn bonfire he could manage in that pit and singing the bawdiest, lewdest songs in his repertoire. The fire hadn't been his most successful endeavor, but the drunken serenade had been, he thought, a fine sendoff for the woman who had tried so hard to make him blush and stumble over their games of innuendo.

Not that they had parted on the best of terms, but it didn't change how he felt about her, even through the blightrage that coursed in his veins.

No, tonight he would not be getting drunk, not with so many people around. But he would join the wake, the party celebrating her life, and he brought his harp and flute with him. As shaky as his hands had become he could pick out only the simplest of tunes on them now, but Edrei had loved his innocent quips about 'fingering practice' and he wouldn't deny her shade the chance to cackle one more time at his playing those instruments for her. Especially the flute.

The bard arrived early and tucked himself into the corner near the fire, settling in and striking up a simple tune on the flute. He doubted anyone on Caido would know the words to go with it, but they involved a thirsty milkmaid and all the various men and women she asked for a drink as she went about the farm.

Edy, he hoped, would have appreciated the maid's boldness, and especially her success in getting what she wanted.
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer

Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int:
ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
Played by: Crooked Offline
Change author:
Posts: 5,165 | Total: 9,913
MP: 3415
#3
They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Loren had seen the message on the Notice Board, of course, seeing as he’d been one of the masterminds behind this shindig. Of course, then his eyes snagged on the invitation to the wedding between someone named Bastien and, yes, the Launceleyn’s new acquaintance Rexanna. If he’d known she was getting married he obviously wouldn’t have let her plan a party (not that he’d had much chance to stop her). Under the note about the party he saw the message from Beatrix. He’d rolled his eyes at that, though was sad all the same.

Still, the funeral came and went, a somber affair. This was going to be another type of event entirely, and he wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about that. However, as one of the hosts (presumably, he and Rexanna hadn’t really discussed that), it was his duty to show up. Even if he wasn’t going to eat, drink, talk to anyone, dance, or really participate in any of the festivities—especially if they turned raunchy—he still needed to show his face.

Unlike Rexanna, who’d at least dressed the part, Loren was dressed in a simple black shirt and black pants. It wasn’t like he’d had much time to update his wardrobe, after all. While the blue-eyed woman had leaned into the fire aspect of Edy’s personality, the summoner had taken care of her more carnal passions. Granted, those were fiery in their own way. So he’d held back on burning all of Edy’s toys in her bonfire; some he’d saved to hang on the walls and ceiling of the Rathskellar for this very night. They’d all been thoroughly cleaned, of course, but even so he figured she’d appreciate the blatant display. It wasn’t Loren’s preference, but obviously none of this was about him.

He emerged from the backroom with a bottle in each hand, which he placed under the bar. It was early, yet, but he noticed with a sinking heart that Jigano had arrived and taking up a spot by the fire. Loren still hadn’t spoken to the other man since their ill-fated encounter in the woods, where the Launceleyn had acted unconscionably. So, while this was hardly the best setting for it, he needed to make amends. Sighing, with a suitably chagrined expression on his face, the summoner approached the white-haired man, who appeared to be a bard of some kind, if the instruments he’d brought were any indication.

There was really no way to make this better, but Loren would try. He was getting really good at apologies. “Listen, Jigano, I wanted to apologize for my behavior in the woods the other day. It was completely uncalled for and totally out of line.” Sinking as much contrition into his voice as he could manage (which was a lot), Loren clasped his hands in front of him as he stood awkwardly before the other man, awaiting the bard’s judgment.
LOREN
Jigano Silversmith
the Sage
Provost of the Loreseekers Soul Shepherd
Portal Guardian
Age: 36 | Height: 6'2" | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 30 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 38 - Luck: 42 - Int:
ISUMA - Mythical - Griffin (Venomous)
Played by: Cirago Offline
Change author:
Posts: 3,914 | Total: 7,219
MP: 10170
#4
For once Jigano had worn a red shirt instead of his more usual garb, the garment homespun but brightly dyed with plants gathered in the Greatwood. It had not been meant as funeral-wear, but it was more Edy's color than anything else he owned, even if it was mostly hidden beneath the white-and-grey furred cloak he wore, even indoors and next to the fire. He couldn't shake the chill that was growing from his skin inwards, almost as if it was seeking his bones to settle into. The fiery Launceleyn, however, would surely have offered to warm him up, with an emphasis on athletic endeavors and skin-to-skin contact.

He would never know how she might have phrased it now, but the party in her honor was a time for ribald humor and raunchy innuendo, complemented by dirty jokes and vast quantities of booze, not for mournful sighs and regretful laments, however tuneful. Instead he focused on the music she would have loved tolerated; bright and upbeat and full of double entendres.

Or at least, he'd intended to focus on that. The party hadn't really gotten into full swing yet when he was approached by the ragged stranger from the Greatwood, and new manager of the Launceleyn manor. The man was not nearly so ragged now, his clothing neat and sober, but aside from noting his presence Jigano had told himself firmly that he would ignore the rude, insulting man, though the darkness in his blood seethed at the reminder of harsh words snarled among falling leaves. He had come to provide entertainment, not cause trouble, and keeping his mouth occupied by his flute and his music was the best way to do that and keep the corruption seeping into his soul from ruining the party.

Caido was not content with giving him the easy way out of things again so soon, however. He watched Loren's approach with wary blue eyes, skirling the song to a playful end and then setting his flute into his lap. He was steeling himself to bite his tongue against his blight-fueled temper and wondering if he would have to leave the wake before it had even truly begun, ready for the worst that could be thrown at him. To say the apology came as a surprise would be something of an understatement, the bard's silver brow rising slowly as he tried to reconcile the polite young man before him now with the sharp-tongued hooligan in the woods.

"I... appreciate that," he said slowly, as though weighing every word carefully. He had to, checking each one and the phrasing as a whole before he let it past his teeth lest his knife-edged temper burst free as it already had with Amalia and Rory. "I am glad to see that you are doing better now. Loren , isn't it?" The face had finally crystallized into familiarity, though they had never met before. The last time he had seen those features they had looked positively ghoulish, twisted into a haunting mockery of the living man.

He and Remi had killed the creature that wore that face, and Remi had buried it beneath the soil of the Labyrinth (and then unearthed it at Jigano's rather tactless request before burying it again). It was something that did not, the lorekeeper decided upon further examination, need to be brought up at Edrei's wake.
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer

Age: 29 | Height: 5' 11' | Race: Attuned x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 11 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 33 - Endr: 35 - Luck: 39 - Int:
ASTRA - Mythical - Luxere
Played by: Crooked Offline
Change author:
Posts: 5,165 | Total: 9,913
MP: 3415
#5
They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Honestly, Loren had been expecting Jigano to reject the summoner’s statement flat out as inadequate. So, when the white-haired man, well, didn’t forgive the actions of the Launceleyn, but at least accepted the apology, he was left off-balance and uncertain how to proceed. Running a nervous hand through his hair, he carefully considered how to respond to the other man’s statement, not wanting to prompt another incident. Once was more than enough.

The summoner finally nodded. “That’s right. Loren Launceleyn.” Both his first and last name carried their fair share of baggage, for completely different reasons. The first because he’d disappeared and left his friends in the lurch for no good reason, the second because his family confused cruelty with kindness. “And I don’t know that I’d go so far as to say I’m doing better. But…” and here he sighed, biting his lip. “I can at least make sure I keep it to myself from now on.” That’s really all he could hope for: after the emotions he’d been through since his return, he didn’t know exactly how he felt about it all, besides uncertain.

Glancing at the lute and the flute, Loren smiled sadly. “Thank you for performing. For coming here for Edy.” He stood there awkwardly for a moment, not knowing what else to say, if anything. “Anyway, I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Just...you know.” He waved a hand vaguely, hoping the white-haired man would understand. Then, unless Jigano’s words or actions caused him to turn back, Loren would go seek out the corner he’d hide in until it was safe and appropriate for him to take his leave.
LOREN
Wessex Theskyra
the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds

Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2
LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
Played by: Astor Offline
Change author:
Posts: 3,156 | Total: 4,350
MP: 0
#6
WESSEX

Go
deep throat
a cactus

If Wessex were truly going to celebrate Edy’s effect on her life, the blonde woman (and yes, the curtains match the drapes) would have come naked to the party, all hard muscle lines and luminescent skin, slinking around the Rathskellar with nothing but biting and fucking on her mind. But as Queen she… can’t. Edrei would say fuck it and do it anyway, but Wessex has never held herself to quite the rebellious calibre the (much) younger woman seemed to embody.

She was a cougar, and this is her fuck-buddy and former fellow Queen’s wake. If you’d told Wessex this a year ago (right before she died, right before she met Edy at the Spire), she’d have laughed in your face and then ask what kind of fool you took her for. Now? Anything seems possible.

Having migrated from the blazing fire of a funeral to this little shindig, Wessex finds herself drawn to few others: Rex, maybe. Jigano makes her lips curl and Loren is a stranger. Not who she wants to see today, despite his familial ties to the deceased. Instead, she gets a dark, hot drink (regardless of the fact that she can’t feel it or get drunk) and sits in a corner, watching, and quite content to do only that.

{no need to interact with her! Just wanted to throw a presence post up}




Forum Jump:


Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)


RPG-D