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"Good day, lady Emmeryn." Madilin said doing a small curtsy. "My name is Madilin. It's nice to meet you."
Turning from her attentions from the current paperwork she was filling out, the Exalt turned and did the same, mimicking Madilin’s courtesy. “Ah, Good day, Lady Madilin! I don’t believe we’ve met before?”
Madilin blushed and opened in mouth in surprise,”Oh you flatter me, my lady. I’m not all that special.” She originally thought that the exalt would call the guards when she told her who she was. All that went out the door when she laid eyes on her.
Emmeryn shook her head, her smile never faltering in the slightest. "Everyone is special," she said softly, "But sometimes it takes a while for them to figure that out."
Deciding to switch topics, she stretched her arms far over her head and let out a soft yawn. "Pardon me for asking, my lady, but to what do I owe this visit for?" It wasn't that she wanted Madilin gone, oh no, far from it, but just that she was curious. After all, it's not everyday she gets to meet someone that's related to a being who despises her very soul.
The worst part about anon is remembering to not like the answers, I almost gave myself away again
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i like anon questions all the ti m e....
even when it iSNT ME....
shOULD I STOP THAT?
Err, not saying that your writing is lazy or anything... Or, uh, that last part came out wrong. Just ignore it.
HAHAHAH no it's ok anon i understood what you meant
yeah i am very lazy when it comes to rping
i guess you could say i'm kINDA A TURTLE??? like it'll take me a while to get to replies but thats because i really gotta get into the mood or else it just comes out as ""oh", she said" and thats no fun LOL
but no i def admit i am extremely lazy and i try to make quality even when it isn't woops bUT THANKS FOR THE COMPLIMENTS BLUSHU
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Sweet Warning, Gaius/Emmeryn
He didn’t have much of a plan. Warning her was likely useless— She could probably hear the battle from her own chamber. Besides, warning her wasn’t exactly going to save her life. A locked door and a few bodyguards wasn’t going to stop them.
The look he gathered from the exalt was one he tried not to dwell on too much— He had never seen her anything but calm and collected. Then again, being tense was to be expected. This was, after all, an attack on her life.
The gold in his pocket practically burned.
"I’ll save you the spiel about a ragtag band of assassins here to take your life—"
Even as he spoke, he was moving, adjusting his light bag to tie it onto his belt, starting to take steps closer to the woman.
"—But I’m going to tell you that you’re coming with me. I’m not interested in killing anyone, especially not the likes of you. They left the back entrances unguarded, so let’s go while your little blue blood brother handles things in here."
He half expected her to refuse. He was, after all, not the most trustworthy-looking person, and he was running with assassins and dark mages. Granted, he was probably considered a traitor by now, if any of them were overhearing this conversation.
Then again, he didn’t care. All he cared about was getting the exalt out of here.
Whatever she was expecting, certainly wasn't that. She was expecting her 'justice' to be served, but instead it seemed she was going to be saved. Her mind told her no, but her heart told her he was being sincere, and more often than not, she trusted her heart far more than her rational mind. It was a bad habit, but it was something she just couldn't up and stop doing either.
Though, she couldn't stop herself from taking a single step back as he walked closer, but didn't interrupt or stop him.
She wasn't exactly sure what it was anymore, but Emmeryn always had a thing for picking out people, and placing her faith in the good in them, so she nodded--
"... Lead the way,"
--And only hoped she was making the right decision as she decided to trust him. "Would it be too much to ask my saviours name?" she said quietly as she waited for him to lead the way, unsure of how they were going to leave without the threat of being followed. "Won't your.. group--" For lack of better words? "--Be unhappy with this choice of yours..?"
She didn't let her hesitation show, but her confusion took it's place, certainly.
Efflorescence, Ephraim/Emmeryn
That response only served to make Ephraim stammer more. He straightened, still trying to hide his agitation from her sight, though he knew he likely wouldn’t succeed.
"Is that the case? Then… all right. I’ll try." She seemed so much more… together than he was, though. It felt right to feel beneath her.
"But… this Valm. Have you been there before? What should I expect?"
It definitely wasn't hidden from her vision, but she didn't pester him further than she had already, and allowed the poor boy a break. Instead, she busied herself with grabbing her staff from the tree, and looking it over to make sure she hadn't damaged it during the storm.
"In all my years of being the Exalt, I have never traveled to Valm before, it was far overseas and during my time I was tied down to my country, as you know of my tale. So, in short, even I do not know what to expect." She replied to him absentmindedly, her tone wasn't warm, but it wasn't cold. She wasn't worried, but she wasn't relaxed. Though, she was concerned for the guard that had traveled with her, they must be frantic by now for having lost Ylisse's leader. Though, they could survive, they weren't her biggest worry.
Her companion was.
"Nonethelss," She stated soon after, "That is not of my worry right now," she said curtly, turning to face Ephraim. "How is your leg, shall we rest more?"
Leisurely Diplomatic, Innes/Emmeryn
“I do not doubt the war happened for a reason. In fact, we were able to glean a little bit of information from the perpetrator before he was completely lost to the Demon’s control. As strange as it sounds, I can empathise with him as he was just as much a victim as anyone else.” Noting the look of sorrow and loss in the Exalt’s eyes, he knew that she had suffered as he had. Being a future prince in wartime had meant that he had taken pains to appear as impassive and unaffected as possible, after all, people were looking up to him for guidance.
Changing the subject back to a more conversational topic, he responded to Emmeryn’s reassurance with a slight smirk “That would of course mean that I would have to continue doing functions such as these, correct? Fantastic.” The prince raised an eyebrow at the admission whilst sipping from his cup and responded to her slight chuckling with another smirk. “Well, then there is hope for me yet”
Innes nodded in response “Given recent events, it hardly seems fair to leave others without hope when we have only just reclaimed ours. Also, I feel Father would have my head if I walked out of here without at least some progress towards an alliance.” A larger smirk upon his face as he knew that that comment would be relayed to his father.
“I understand. The people would certainly prefer a greater sense of security in the wake of the events you described.” One thousand year slumber. Emmeryn’s collar has the marks of ten previous Exalt’s. Assuming a minimal difference in lifespan between our two realms and.. Oh no. “Forgive me for asking what is probably child’s knowledge in your country, but am I correct in assuming that Falchion is the only weapon that may harm this Grima? And when you say earth dragon, I assume it takes the form of a giant dragon, yes?”
She figured it would be best not to push that subject anymore, and nodded as she heard his final speech over it. She knew more of the war than some of this time did, but those involved directly knew more than she ever would, and she was talking to one of the heroes who helped bring him down, so she felt her knowledge was bound, and figured it in her best interest to avoid speaking false knowledge in front of one who witnessed the great Demon King with his own eyes. She was curious, but knew it was a painful subject for many, as she had her own painful subjects that she was appreciative of-- and grateful-- that he would not push further.
Returning a smirk of his with her own, she raised one delicate eyebrow, eyeing him as he spoke. "Well, we'll see if we can yet shape you into a diplomatic genius!" She said playfully, appreciative of his demeanor. It was not often someone would give her such a kick out of just talking as he did, she quite liked this young boy, and was definitely looking forward to their adventure into town tomorrow, perhaps one day she would let Chrom and Lissa meet him, and oh, she could just picture it now. Perhaps she already knew what they would do for summerseve, then.
Though, her smirk only grew as she heard that last comment from him, oh this boy was true gold! She couldn't even contain a small laugh, as experienced as she was in doing so. Yes, it was true, all of the legends she had heard of the lore of the world, the heroes truly do live up to their names, perhaps she should return on the basis to meet Innes' sibling, eventually.
However, with a barely noticeable tilt of her head, her emotions schooled themselves and her expression soon became serene once again, as she knew their carefree conversation would soon come to an end for the time being.
He also hit the bullseye with his targets.
Sighing deeply, she knew what he was thinking, and it was no small matter to her, but she still dreaded the conversation topic more than her backstory. Slowly, she nodded, "You have already answered them yourselves, so there is no need for me to repeat what you already know." Her voice was quiet and calm, but lacked the warmth it carried before, her playful demeanor had washed away, and seriousness had soon returned to her. "I assume you have noticed the collar of my cloak," she stated as fact, rather than questioned. Though, she could no longer hold his gaze, and had to turn away. Even for her, this subject was overwhelming.
a little snow, Lyon/Emmeryn
Lyon thought she must be a Queen. Despite having never met a queen before, he thought she had grace that shadowed the noblewomen of Grado’s court.
"My name is Lyon ma’am. I am from the land of Grado in Magvel." This lady was also aware of different lands too, though judging by the state of her clothes, she clearly wasn’t travelling on foot and camping in the woods. She clearly perceived this as a break from her queenly duties. Despite only having met the woman he took consolation in the fact that some royalty did know how to take breaks. The Queen of Ylisse probably wouldn’t end up ill like his father if she knew how to relax.
Wait, Ylisse? He had heard that name before. Was that not where Miss Allium lived? Where he had woken up after well… He had been to Ylisse before but he had never heard of Queen Emmeryn. Miss Allium had never spoken about her. How likely was it that they knew each other? He didn’t want to see foolish by making assumptions so he said nothing.
After making his acquaintance, she beckoned for Lyon to follow her, spotting a small tavern just a ways ahead and she thought they could perhaps sit and talk more over a drink, and it would do good to get out of the snow, after all. Though, there was one thing in particular that stuck out to her,
Magvel... So it was true, then?
The legends in the books truly were alive and she so far had med 3 from their lands, Lyon.. The legends of this fallen prince rang truer, but she couldn't find resentment nor an ounce of worry in her body, it seems as if he has no intentions of grief nor holds any malice in him, and so she felt no need to take a defensive-- which she did, but, rarely.
"Would it be unbecoming of me to mention that I have met others from your land, Lyon?" she said softly, looking back to him, checking to make sure he was following her more than anything. "King Ephraim, and Prince Innes. I am assuming you know them, yes?" She looked forward again, and of course she knew the others, Princess L'Arachel, Tana, Eirika, their retainers and even the demon king, the history books in Ylisse held many a detail of the trials of Magvel, even of Prince Lyon and his father.
"But then again, everyone knows of the King of Renais and Prince and Princess of Frelia, do they not?" She stated softly, knowing he knew them and stating it more as a fact than a question.
"Good day, lady Emmeryn." Madilin said doing a small curtsy. "My name is Madilin. It's nice to meet you."
Turning from her attentions from the current paperwork she was filling out, the Exalt turned and did the same, mimicking Madilin’s courtesy. “Ah, Good day, Lady Madilin! I don’t believe we’ve met before?”
"Thanks." She said, rubbing the back of her head in embarrassment. "To be honest, most of my personality traits come from my mother. She a lot like you, just more air headed. She and father, of course were never married. He doesn’t want a ‘ball and chain’ in you know what I mean."
The Exalt shook her head, letting out a soft laugh as she did so. "No need to thank me, my Lady Madilin." She said warmly, before sighing softly and quietly, closing her eyes momentarily as she did so. She opened her eyes again and looked back up at Madilin, knowing exactly what she meant. "You'll have to give your mother my greetings, then, my lady." She looked out over the city they resided in, wondering how far Madilin had to travel to reach a small town near the border of their lands. "It.. wouldn't surprise me, Gangrel always had his eyes on eliciting a war from me, and it's cruel but I'm not surprised.."
"If it's any consolation, I think you're a marvelous young lady!"
Her smile was warm and welcoming as she stared at Madilin, her eyes betraying only acceptance, if this is what everyone meant by a beacon of peace and warmth, she was definitely confirming the words said about her in this very moment. Even related to her gravest enemies, she still accepted them kindly.
Memory Loss is a Terrible Thing || Closed with YlisseanRuler
While waiting, Ash had begun to pace uneasily back and forth. What if she really did know the exalt? What if she had done something to her and that was why she didn’t remember her?All possible worst scenarios rolled through her mind until Emmeryn approached her. She would have to worry about those some other time.
For the time being, the tactician would have to fake a smile of her own and nod. “Yes, of course I am! I’m always ready.” For the time being she would just have to ignore the past and focus on lunch.
That was something Ash could always focus on.
Emmeryn flashed her a calm, warm smile before turning and beckoning her to follow. The walk would be a trip, that she knew, it would take a little while for them to walk to town, but she knew the tavern as it was one close to her heart since she regained her memories. After the fall and the war, everything was a blur and she was pained beyond comparison, but, eventually her memory returned and the cavern was where she had the biggest breakthrough, so it was close to her heart.
She only hoped that recovering Ash's memories would be as happy. There was something funny with how some of her closest friends and companions were amnesiacs, including herself, but it was a sour, dry joke. Steeling herself from her thoughts, she looked over to Ash, her smile still present.
"You look charming today, lady Ash."
Her tone was soft, welcoming.
"Am I right to assume this morning has fared you well, my lady?"
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Sweet Warning, Gaius/Emmeryn
"Remember, I want the Emblem in my hand and Emmeryn dead on the floor."
Wait. Wait.
Gaius froze, hand still clutching the bag over his shoulder. They had already infiltrated the castle— A blow of magic had taken down the doors, and the lack of guards made it a cakewalk. He had followed the others inside, although he did wonder why there were assassins in their group. Armored men on horseback, trained mages with dull eyes, archers with freshly sharpened arrows.
”No one said anything about killing anyone!”
But he should have known. The heavy amount of gold now weighed in his pocket was testament to that— He should have known that such a creepy guy wouldn’t be interested in whatever treasure lie in wait for them. They were ordered to steal the Fire Emblem, sure, but kill the exalt…?
He couldn’t do that.
He had never personally met Emmeryn, but he had memories of her. He remembered seeing her, high up in her throne, as the judge listened to his story. The lie that got him out of the gallows, the lie that had saved a little nobleman’s daughter from her planned assassination. Emmeryn hadn’t said much, sure, but she had been there. Quiet, calm, and so much like the exalt that everyone looked up to.
Why would anyone ever want to kill her?
He could hear arguing down the hall— A man’s voice was the loudest, commanding someone (Emmyren, he knew) to stay put. The sound of combat wasn’t far after, and the archer he had been waiting in the shadows with quickly moved to a pillar for a better aim. Naturally, he took that as his chance.
He ran— Easily weaving through his fellow thieves and assassins, ignoring the cries of some blue-haired idiot to his comrades to "Stop him! He’s heading for Emm!"
At least now he knew he was going in the right direction.
An incoming spell was easily dodged, but not without singeing the edge of his bag and making a curse slip from his lips. But he had avoided them, and he was soon at the exalt’s chamber doors. There was a young woman fighting not ten feet away that kept giving him desperate looks, but he flashed her a grin and easily pushed the unlocked doors open for his entrance.
”Exalt Emmeryn?”
The sounds of battle echoed in her ears, like war drums being hit next to her and she felt ill, she never liked violence and it always made her anxious, nervous and upset when she knew there was battle going on around her, and knowing that she was the cause of the fray washed away any distractions her mind would have given her to ease the aching in her chest.
She never really thought much about an assassination, she never let her guard down but it never rose to her mind or train of thought, even though others were concerned and worried it never once bothered her, after all she had more important things to be worrying about.
Like her people, and her kingdom. The tender age of 6 had imbued in her a dream so huge-- thought unreachable-- but she fought for it and it came true, though the years were rough, unforgiving and painful, she succeeded in her dream and managing it was harder than she would have thought, but she got through.
The rockier times were always hard for her to endure, trials were never her strong point, but she couldn't avoid them, that she knew; a particular one with a threatened thief and a nobleman's daughter always left a grim reminder that some people out there truly were low enough to make threats, and that Gangrel wasn't the only madman out there.
Finding some distraction had proved hard, and the memory was painful but it was pulled from her immediately as the door finally opened, and she was greeted with a familiar face, though she couldn't recall the name that belonged to the thief in front of her. She looked tense, but otherwise kept her emotions and expressions in check, "... Yes?" she replied after a few moments, presuming this was to be the man to escort her into the afterlife, but he seemed so achingly familiar, like she's met this man once before... But, no matter, it seems fate wanted to play a cruel game with her, but she wasn't in the mood to play.
"Good day, lady Emmeryn." Madilin said doing a small curtsy. "My name is Madilin. It's nice to meet you."
Turning from her attentions from the current paperwork she was filling out, the Exalt turned and did the same, mimicking Madilin’s courtesy. “Ah, Good day, Lady Madilin! I don’t believe we’ve met before?”
"Unfortunately, you would be correct. I’m the offspring off the
Mad King himself.” She said with a bit of disdain lacing her voice.
Her suspicions had been correct, but she wasn't what she pictured Gangrel's child to be like, she seemed calm and kind and she didn't bear such fierce hate for her as her father did, it was calming and.. enjoyable. "I didn't know Gangrel had taken a wife.. then again, your father despises every fiber of my being, it doesn't surprise me I wouldn't know." She sighed softly, "I apologize if that offended you. You seem very nice and it's quite enjoyable to speak with someone who doesn't hate me fiercely, and doesn't think me above them."
Efflorescence, Ephraim/Emmeryn
Emmeryn’s quiet chuckle just made Ephraim feel even more bashful. He’d never been one to blush, but he quickly covered his mouth and looked away, trying to retain even a scrap of dignity.
Finally recovering a bit of poise, he straightened and met her gaze, level and even. “I cannot say myself where exactly we are, and… I’ve never even heard of this Valm, but… if my company would please you, if you are certain, then I will remain by your side and ensure your safety.”
Was “Exalt” higher than King? Was he meant to bow to her? He’d never felt quite so unsettled before, like every bit of his authority had just been stripped from him completely. He stood, half dazed, and then finally decided on a deep bow, among the deepest he’d ever given.
"I will do everything in my power to repay this debt, Lady Exalt."
Pulling her cloak on, her smile returned to her immediately when she heard he would stay with her, and she began to relax and her worries slowly slipped away, she sighed softly, quietly, the calming, soothing aura she exhibits returning to her and the warmth in her eyes returned, she turned to face Ephraim and thank him but when she saw him bowing, she startled and shook her head, letting out another laugh, louder and full of merit this time.
She walked over and crouched down, grasping his chin inbetween her thumb and index finger, eyes shining with amusement, and lifted his head up to look at her. "Silly little king, you do not have to stand on ceremony with me, Exalt is just another term for royalty, and it's preferred over king or queen as it is unique to Ylisse, I am no higher in status than you are," her tone had laced itself with amusement, the softness still there. "I'll promise to keep this a secret, after all we can't have a mighty king such as yourself forced to become a recluse from some pesky rumors of him being so flustered and awkward around someone who simply does nothing but stand there."
She winked playfully before standing up and continuing to stare out over the plains, wondering which direction they should travel in first, it'd been many a long year since she had time to adventure out and just explore without any deadline to make or meeting to travel too. She was excited over being able to relax, Valm won't destroy Ylisse if she's gone for just a little while, but Ephraim on the other hand.. she didn't know if he had anywhere to urgently be.
Leisurely Diplomatic, Innes/Emmeryn
"I can imagine the tales they tell of the "great war against the Demon King" He sighed. "Were that it hadn’t happened and Magvel wouldn’t have lost so much. The lessons learnt from conflict are great, but are they worth the cost?"As the archer sipped again from his cup, his eyes slightly betrayed his composure. A flicker of guilt ran across them before vanishing.
"Diplomacy has never been my strong suit, as one so skilled as you can no doubt detect. However, it would be my honest pleasure to show you what I can of Frelia’s wonders." Note: see if rumours can be spread of the prince of Frelia escorting a “foreign beauty” around the country, that ought to throw L’Arachel off my scent.
The archer sat back in his seat, listening to Emmeryn recount her tale. Truly enraptured in her tale, he waited for it to end before asking any of the questions now clamouring for attention in his mind. Well, that explains the excellent diplomatic skill. Only a slight pause when describing her father - signs of excellent self control. Better to respect that and not press too far in that arena.
"And quite right that you should be proud of such an achievement. It is no small feat to completely change a country’s fortunes and reputation, especially not from such an age." How would I have done, without Father’s guidance? ”As much as I would like to say that such an event would never happen, recent events have driven me to suggest that one should always be prepared for such an eventuality. Which, if I may be so bold, perhaps might be the cause behind your visit.” Innes paused before carefully choosing his next words. “Should the worst come to pass and Ylisse come under attack, rest assured that Frelia, if not all of Magvel, will stand by you.” "I do have one question though. Are the positions of Exalt and Royalty linked significantly? I couldn’t help but notice you spoke of them separately"
"Lessons learnt from great sacrifice are never worth the cost, great responsibilities come with great prices, and great lessons are not excluded." She said calmly, "Were it not to have happen, misery wouldn't have surfaced, but some are akin to believe all things happen for a reason, but it's up to you if you believe the war with the Demon King happened for a reason or not." She finished solemnly, not exactly having anything in common with the war, but more of the loss and the pain, and the suffering that comes with it, such great pain; she felt it more than anyone would ever know, and oft times she's felt like now that she's carried and bottled up the burden of a nation built on distrust, shambles and ruins that one day she, too, would crumble under her own weight and initiate pain as her father had.
"It will come in due time, my prince." She said softly, quickly making to write the hesitance and doubt from her eyes, and the warmth soon surfaced again as her smile returned, the alluring peace that she was known to give off returning. "I was never very good at it either, in the beginning. I always had a hard time finding my voice! I will not lie, I was very intimidated when I was little." She spoke fondly of old times, as if the pain was never there, even chuckling slightly at an old memory of quite an embarrassing meeting.
She nodded her head in thanks to the agreement-- or, rather, praise?-- and her smile faltered slightly at his choice of words, war had always been a soft spot for her considering recent events, she was sure Plegia would somehow achieve their initiation for the war they so crave, and it would be extremely easy to notice that it was a sore spot for her, especially when brought up. But nonetheless, as soon as her worries broke the surface, they were pushed under again just as quickly and she smiled up at Innes again, "That makes me feel just a little bit more safer than I have already," she didn't bother masking the fact that he was inevitably right, "I have to say I greatly appreciate your kindness, and I thank you for easing my worries."
At his question, however, her eyebrows raised slightly and she brought her hand up to her mouth in thought. "Well, I suppose you can say that. The term Exalt was first created long ago when the land was threatened by an even Earth Dragon by the name of Grima, he was the first king of Ylisse and the first Exalt to slay Grima with the holy blade Falchion and return him to his one thousand year slumber, so they are. Exalt is unique to Ylisse, so that's why it's spoken over King or Queen, as it possesses more.. security, I suppose? It brings hope and peace, and many prefer Exalt over Queen."
"Good day, lady Emmeryn." Madilin said doing a small curtsy. "My name is Madilin. It's nice to meet you."
Turning from her attentions from the current paperwork she was filling out, the Exalt turned and did the same, mimicking Madilin’s courtesy. “Ah, Good day, Lady Madilin! I don’t believe we’ve met before?”
"We haven’t, exalt Emmeryn. In fact I’ve always wanted to meet you in person, but father would never let me." She pouted.
At this, Emmeryn thought, and she thought deeply. But, then everything clicked immediately, there was no one in this world that despised her more than Gangrel did, and if anything, his child would never be allowed to meet her, and she was sure of it once she took one final look at her companion.
"Would it be wise of me to hint at you being King Gangrel's daughter, then?" she said softly, warily testing the waters and hoping her assumption was wrong, but the soft smile remained and the warmth in her eyes never once diminished, the beacon of peace and kindness remaining intact.