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Eivor
Sept 1, 2020 7:54:44 GMT
Post by Eivor on Sept 1, 2020 7:54:44 GMT
When she is seen, which is rarely, Eivor has the appearance of a 6' tall muscular woman with a serious countenance. Even in social situations she tends to wear armour of dark iron and carry weapons of sturdy design inscribed with Nordic runes. She has fair hair in braids and emerald green eyes. She often wears a travel-worn expression and her rough woollens have the appearance of one who lives life on the road. She has little time for the trappings of wealth and less for idle chatter. She is a private person and can be blunt to the point of rudeness.
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Eivor
May 4, 2021 18:29:24 GMT
Post by Eivor on May 4, 2021 18:29:24 GMT
House JesbyDiscussing a poisoning:"I'm not given to speculation, but since you ask it seems likely an Amberite agent was responsible," said Duke Despil Sawall. "Jolan is leading a large force in the Golden Circle and this was an opportunity to get to him while apportioning blame elsewhere." Cardinal Monique Baccaran shook her head. "No. I cannot believe Amber has the capability to poison one of our most prominent nobles in the halls of our king and queen and get away with it." "Preposterous," Duke Ismail Chanicut exclaims. "It was Jesby. She hasn't denied it." "I do now then, for what it's worth," Octavia replied. Ismail just snorted. "Misadventure," Duke Theron Helgram said. "A slow acting poison may have been administered hours ago, timed to cause us all maximum embarrassment. The man who attempted to steal the eye, it was likely him." "I don't believe in ghosts," Duke Tybalt Minobee replies. "There were none here. The poison was in the food and drink, and placed there on purpose. I remember reading about the von Darke long ago. Such a curious house, and such interesting descendants." He and Zenya exchanged a stare before he smiled disarmingly and spun his silver fork. "I don't believe in ghosts either," Duke Trevelyan Rathorne comments, "but I know Jesby work when I see it." Octavia rolled her eyes. Duchess Anastasia LaSombra steepled her fingers and tutted. "So judgmental. Whatever happened to evidence and presumption of innocence? If I were you young man I'd go and lie down for a while. Read a good book. His Grace has survived the attempt; that is all that matters." "Analysis of the agent should be telling," Duke Wyatt Nyborg said, "but it's interesting I've recently had some visitors to the realms where volatile substances are mined. Purely coincidental, I'm sure." "I would welcome a trail by combat," Duchess Raina Martok interjected. "If only because His Majesty would have to choose a champion. May I be the first to offer my services." Praetor Chanda D'Ghor chortled. "You? Don't make me laugh. The only reason you haven't been poisoned before is that you're not important enough. At least that excludes you from the list of possible poisoners. I'd accuse the Jesbys but we all know they're above the law. Perhaps his Majesty would consider making an example of them? It might at least deter them from trying such tactics in future. There are enough crimes we know they are responsible for to hang Octavia's pretty neck a thousand times." "You think I have a pretty neck?" Octavia preened, earning another snort of derision, this time from Chanda. * House Jesby is earned renown as a House of hunters and torturers. Their ways are out of darkest nightmares and the positions of Court Executioner and Head Enforcer as almost considered hereditary within the House. It is said their network of spies know what every House Lord is to eat for breakfast before they even know it.... *  Marquis Octavia Jesby
Never wearing the same face, The Most Honourable Lady Octavia is as used to spying on the other houses as dealing with her fractious house. By convention, there is never a single head of House Jesby, but multiple leaders who rule as part of a council. Opponents refer to it (and Octavia) as the Hydra due to it having a single body but many heads. It's also said if you assassinate one, more than one will be appointed to fill the gap. Octavia is young to be a Head of House, having recently replaced a casualty in the Succession Crisis.
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Eivor
May 4, 2021 23:30:51 GMT
Post by Hammett on May 4, 2021 23:30:51 GMT
Is this a new character you'll be playing? or one from another game?
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Eivor
May 5, 2021 4:23:33 GMT
Post by Lorelei on May 5, 2021 4:23:33 GMT
King and Queen (of Chaos, names not given)... poisoned banquet (secretly by the King's hand)... von Darke, a curious house, and such interesting descendants (i.e. the Queen)... Octavia's pretty neck... This sounds like it was lifted directly from *By Design*...
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Eivor
May 5, 2021 4:55:51 GMT
Post by Admin on May 5, 2021 4:55:51 GMT
I never did get too deep into the Chaos side in By Design. I probably missed a lot of what was going on since I tried to avoid reading the other threads.
Not a problem recycling the material here....unless there is going to be a BD revival? he asks with a nudge towards Alan and, hopefully, a lurking Kevin.
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Eivor
May 22, 2021 8:58:13 GMT
Post by Eivor on May 22, 2021 8:58:13 GMT
Heh. By Design was a complicated beast to steer, with mine and Kevin's visions sometimes at odds. Kevin had a few ideas but I think we're just too busy on other things to work on BD any time soon. Chaos was pretty well developed in that universe and it seems a shame not to utilise a small part of it here. This is actually meant to be a glimpse into Eivor's maternal relatives, pending approval |
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Eivor
May 22, 2021 16:03:56 GMT
Post by Admin on May 22, 2021 16:03:56 GMT
Approved! I like it. Now we just have to steer you all towards Chaos.
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Eivor
Jun 19, 2021 5:48:51 GMT
Post by Brennon on Jun 19, 2021 5:48:51 GMT
lol that particular gem was my idea... I mean, the King said in the speech beforehand, "I value you all as I value my own flesh", and, "I would give my hand for any of you"... He had already had to regenerate his hand after cutting it off and weaponizing it against an enemy... I thought it was particularly poetic and ironic for the King to poison his closest advisors, just to make a point. He ate the poison, too, of course. He wouldn't in honor subject his allies to something he wouldn't do himself.
Let's note that in this game, I'm playing a much simpler character.
…And I'm sorry I haven't been taking time to keep up with everyone else.
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Eivor
Jun 24, 2021 8:32:24 GMT
Post by Eivor on Jun 24, 2021 8:32:24 GMT
A Quiet Place in Arden
The woodcut depicts the edge of a promontory overlooking a great expanse of Arden and, in the far distance, a bit of the sea and the peak of Kolvir. This cliff was gouged out of the mountainside from a rockslide many years ago, and the forest has been slow to regrow over the boulders. Behind is the edge of the remaining woods.
This place sits at the end of a secret trail through Arden, found and blazed many years ago. A few of the trees still show early attempts at carving, faces and scenes cut into the wood at various stages of completion. Some still contain hints of a power can be felt from yards away.
The hidden trail leads down the hillside to the main road through Arden. one way leads to Julian's great hunting lodge, the centre of his administration of the forest; the other direction leads to Amber.
One thing is new, a message carved into one of the tree trunks saying: Gone to check on Leonil's homeland. Keep an eye on your brother.
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Eivor
Aug 16, 2021 8:06:18 GMT
Post by Eivor on Aug 16, 2021 8:06:18 GMT
Uncle Gerard
Kat busies herself putting faces to names and memorising them. It is mightily important at such a party not to be disadvantaged by some strange noble coming up to you knowing who you are, but that you do not know. She remembers seeing the name Chantris before in something she read, but she even now is desperately trying to figure out where. Those she doesn't recognise she will covertly as Lady Eivor their names. Information was key here and it was something that she was still largely playing a game of catch up.
"I didn't really know Prince Gerard as I never met him. Tell me Lady Eivor, what was your fondest memory of him?"
Her thoughts are disturbed by Kats' question, to which she does not immediately reply. Fond wasn't usually a description applied to one's Elders. Thankfully the question hadn't been asked of her father, which might have taken a great deal longer to think about.
"Once when I was small I complained that father never let me see the sea," Eivor began. " 'He says I belong with the trees, and shouldn't leave the forest until I could get on Uther's back by myself.' Uther was my pony, and I knew it would be many Summers until I could reach that far. Gerard took one look at my sorrowful face, and said 'we'll see about that'. The next day we rode to the cliffs of Kolvir, with me sat on his shoulders. I felt like I was flying."
"It was a long time ago."
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Eivor
Nov 29, 2021 20:17:06 GMT
Post by Eivor on Nov 29, 2021 20:17:06 GMT
Eivor and Edmund
[OOC: It's fair to say that brother and sister have a stormy relationship.]
At Gerard's funeral:
Eivor's half-brother Edmund crosses the room to her. He is thinner of face, sallower since she had last seen him.
"Sister. It seems that only death can bring the two of us back to Amber."
"There are other paths in Arden, secret paths he didn't want us to learn of. I've found them. I've found things. So many secrets lurking in the darker paths of Arden."
His breath stinks, his sunken eyes are rimmed red with a touch of purple on the lower lids. His hand still holds her wrist and squeezes tight.
Eivor frowns. "Let go of my wrist Edmund. What you need is rest, not some reckless quest in Arden. I know there are hidden paths; they're hidden for a reason.
"This is your uncles' funeral. I thought at least Luke would have talked some sense into you. For goodness sake, tidy yourself up."
"Gerard? He was a duffer, always content to slowly lumber about blind to the truth around him, Poor Uncle G, always everyone's fool. Luke's a sly one. He has come to Arden to pry open the secret paths. He's found some secrets of his own, but not mine! Not yet! Not ever - if you stop him."
Eivor barely restrains herself from hitting Edmund but is visibly angry.
"Gerard was ten times the man you are. Take a good look in the mirror before you accuse anyone else of being a duffer," she says. "Get out of my sight."
***
At Flora's Ball:
"Sister. We need to talk. Urgently," Edmund says.
Edmund grabs Eivor's shoulder and disrupts her concentration.
"This is no time for your games. What did you do in our dad's fortress? His prisoner is gone and the place stinks of your magics,"
He roughly taps her tarot card in emphasis.
Eivor looks furious at Edmund. "I'm fed up of you barging in demanding my time and attention. You know what? I'm done with your bulls*t."
She swings a punch at his chin.
Her sucker punch sends Edmund staggering back through the crowd barrelling through guests and waiters and sending trays, glassware and drinks through the air. One poor fellow standing by the bar gets the worst of it by first having a tray of full champagne glasses spill on him and then ending up in a heap with Edmund.
Edmund had a head like stone and Eivor's hand with be bruised and painful for a few days.
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Eivor
Feb 3, 2022 20:12:33 GMT
Post by Eivor on Feb 3, 2022 20:12:33 GMT
Eivor at Flora's Ball
A delicate hand touches Eivor's arm.
"Your artistic skills are known and admired by all. Abide, for I know that Lady Nayda will gladly sit for you and get the portrait she deserves," Fiona says.
"...forgive my ignorance do we expect to see more of Lady Nayda at court? I presume her being presented to the Regent now is no coincidence."
"As long as King Rinaldo remains Flora's favourite, then we will have Lady Nayda about here as well. As you may have heard, a well tangled-up woman, daughter to the Prime Minister of Begma, sister of your aunt Coral who is married to Rinaldo, consort of the same Rinaldo. In addition, we have Rinaldo being a cousin of yours, and we see poor Nayda wrapped in forces and events beyond her control."
"It was once so easy around here without all those strange family branches and marriages that plague other royal families. It seems that those halcyon days have passed."
Eivor raises an eyebrow. "Lady Nayda doesn't look that "poor" to me. Seems like she's enjoying herself," she comments. "I think royal families have always been complicated, it just depends where you're standing at the time. So other then her looks, charm and breeding is there anything else to distinguish the lady?"
Kat sidles up to Eivor and Fiona just as the elder woman replies.
"You don't see it? Relationships with our family rarely turn out well for the person of shadow and in this case, she has to deal with an Amberite boyfriend and sister balanced between two long-term warring nations. She also was caught up in a Coral-Rinaldo-Merlin adventure where even Dalt made an appearance. Few people survive the Dalt experience. That kind of luck won't last forever."
"...Flora is already upset enough with the Edmund shenanigans and Derek's impolite politeness; anything else you two cause would result in heads rolling."
Eivor suspected as much, and Kat's rudeness will do little to advance their cause.
"Excuse Kat, she's had a very difficult induction into Amber politics," Eivor says to Fiona. "I would be pleased with an introduction to Lady Nayda. If she survived meeting Dalt there must be a great deal more to her than appearances suggest. After all, Rinaldo has a keen eye."
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Eivor
May 2, 2022 18:45:20 GMT
Post by Eivor on May 2, 2022 18:45:20 GMT
Eivor and Harold (What Went Before)
The hunt hadn't gone as anticipated. Father had been called away and took most of his men with him; in his absence the scouts and trackers didn't seem to know what they were doing. Independent thought was clearly not their strong point and they were used to following direct instructions rather than making choices. A tall, muscular fellow was trying to organise them, and something about him commanded her attention. They were of a similar age, though he filled out his uniform far better than she, who was at that awkward age when her limbs were growing faster than the rest of her. Most of the time she felt awkward and self-conscious, especially when father was around. At least now he wasn't here to point out her faults and humiliate her in front of this handsome nobleman.
His gaze fell upon her and he made a quick assessment of her usefulness.
"If you can't keep up, you'd best return to the base," he told her.
"I think you'll find I can manage," Eivor replied testily.
He shrugged, gave some written orders to some of the scouts and mounted up.
"Follow then, if you can."
With barely a backward glance he spurred his horse and took off, flanked by some of his retainers. She could have just let him go, but there was something about the challenge that made her want to reset his expectations. They were going at a good clip, and after a while a few of the group fell behind before taking a different route. Eivor kept pace even when more of them fell way or paused to rest. After an hour or so there was only the two of them left, and the nobleman pulled up his panting horse in a clearing and turned to face her.
"So you can ride then," he said as she approached. "Can you hunt?"
"I've been known to," Eivor replied, and drew her bow.
"Good, then let's be about it."
He slid from the saddle and strung his own weapon, while Eivor wondered whether he had meant for them to be alone in the woods. The thought sent her teenage heart a-flutter. No-one had really expressed an interest before, fearful of her fathers' wrath.
"If we are to hunt together, I would have your name Sir," Eivor said boldly.
"Harold of Mobius. Have you not been tutored in the noble houses of Amber, my lady?"
"There are a great many, and few worthy of note. Is yours?"
He smiled. "I like to think so. I'll take the lead."
With that he was off into the undergrowth, moving swiftly but silently. He was clearly familiar with the paths of Arden and its residents, picking up a trail and following it unerringly towards his quarry. He pointed, though she'd already seen the shape among the ferns. She took aim and was about to loose when he put his hand on hers.
"Just because you can kill something doesn't mean you should."
His face was so close to her now she could feel his breath upon her cheek. The fawn looked at them, then leapt away into the ferns.
"Why did you do that?" Eivor asked.
"It wasn't the deer I was hunting," he replied, and as the a shaft of sunlight pierced the canopy they kissed. She discovered the ground here was soft and spongey, the afternoon warm and inviting. The birds sang and the creatures of the forest grazed peacefully around them. In this part of the forest the muted fumbling of a courting couple were not enough to disturb the arboreal bliss. Her father would be mad when he found out, but for once she didn't care.
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Post by Eivor on Aug 24, 2022 20:01:57 GMT
 Image courtesy of the Midjourney AI |
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Eivor
Oct 29, 2022 7:20:38 GMT
Post by Eivor on Oct 29, 2022 7:20:38 GMT
Julia and Jurt in Eshanta
She steps away to give him space. "You should be more careful, cousin. Where there are mazes there are monsters."
"I don't doubt that's true. And speaking of, your brother was here earlier with someone called Hammett. They dashed off moments before your arrival. You can thank me for that."
Jurt steps away from Eivor and finishes dusting himself off.
"And I was going to add that the two fighting Kats might resolve their issues in the Maze, but how much time will that take? Will they be out before this war is decided one way or the other? Not my problem."
"It's already decided, and the Courts of Chaos won the day. Yeah! Lucky for this place, Merlin wants to keep the Maze intact. All the others he has destroyed, tossing many sorcerers out on their tales and looking for a new source of power.
"But now we have more important things to take care of. Get ready to bring us to the Keep," Julis says.
"So soon? You just finished attuning yourself, and it will take time-"
"I trust that I can be ready in time. Now hop to it."
The pair is surrounded by a grey mist rising from the ground. Bands of red light begin to swirl within, and in a few seconds, they are gone. The General starts to move as the last wisps of the grey mist dissolve away.
"Eh? What?" he asks as he looks about the area. "Lady Eivor, when did you get here?"
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