Forum > Fantasy > Private RP - Death n the Dhampir.

GenaWindstarr - Mar 23rd 2017 17:38

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Tensions were mounting in her realm, the threat of another war looming but this was building to be an all scale battle rather than the raiding parties and border skirmishes that had happened often in the past. She was not afraid of battle, though she did not have a bloodlust for it, war was never pleasant. Gena Morganna Windstarr cared for her people and her lands and was ready to bravely defend it from the rumored alliance between the Lycans and Dark Elves, an alliance hat would make these annoying menaces a true threat.

Gena, a rare female Dhampir, had a loyal army and brave citizens. She was descended from a long like of vampiric warriors and wizards that since ancient times had fought to mantain a peace, to keep some of the more evil hearted realms and settlements from causing too much trouble not only for her lands but for those beyond. Her realm was home to vampires, fellow dhampirs, which were children born from a vampire and a human, Some elves,, humans , mages and such people who loved the land and the ideals of honor and balance that she tried to uphold in this chaotic world.

But once more her lands and herself was facing war. She had heard very disturbing reports of plans being lain by the enemy and she knew that hiring outside help was a thing that could greatly benefit her situation. Shed heard of a man who was, supposedly, skilled, cunning and quite brave. A man who, for a price, could help offer her a greater degree of personal protection as well as an extra sword in battle.

The redhead arrived at the tavern he was said to frequent and strode inside, her movements graceful, determined as her blue eyes studied her surroundings. Gena Windstarr was a beautiful woman. Standing at five feet, seven inches tall she was blessed with fair skin, long legs, trim waist and breasts that definitly cought ones attention. She appeared to be in her mid twenties by human years, but in reality add a century to bring her to a fine age of 125. As a half vampire she could live for several centuries more and she was a fine warrior in her own right. She was dressed in traveling clothes, riding leathers hugging her delightful figure. Her horse was glad for a rest as it stood tethered outside, drinking and eating some feed shed instructed a tavern lad to give.

She did not know if the one she sought was here, shed heard discriptions of him however and hoped that someone might be persuaded to give her some information should he not be in.

GenaWindstarr - Mar 23rd 2017 22:17

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She saw him enter, the descriptions of this now legendary man had been correct. She watched him as he moved with confidence to his chosen table and took his drink, sitting quietly and observing the other patrons. She herself had been drinking a fine bloodwine, keeping her traveling cloak on and the hood up. It was not that she was trying to be decetful, but that she did not want too many to recognize her too quickly.

After a time she stands, taking her bloodwine and glass and striding over to his table. A few eyes follow her with interest, able to tell shes female from the bits of her clothes and figure that they see as her cloak flutters about. She sits the drinks upon the table and sits across from him.

" Mr Dark`Steel," she says softly, though her tone was clear and strong and almost like a melody in a way" I have heard much about you, and i hope we might discuss business. I believe i am in need of your assistance" she says as she brings the goblet to her lips, sipping delicately as her blue eyes meet his. He did look strong, he seemed to have an aura of it. She breathed in his scent, it was not unpleasant.

So many had questions about this mysterious and brave man, questions that seemed to go unanswered, speculations that never seemed to end and the patrons kept casting curious glances as the woman and the hero to many sat face to face. Many wondered what was up, what danger may be coming, who was needing a hand of protection or a hand of vengeance this time.