Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 9, 2021 14:20:35 GMT -5
Ambience
A harsh, unrelenting scene... heatwaves floating over sand as the wind picked up. It is dry despite the ocean, where, perhaps someone might just lay their head to rest one final time. Off to the west of this little outstretch of land is a sunken ship, ravaged by the rocky sea bottom.
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 9, 2021 14:46:53 GMT -5
Amia jerked awake as she felt her vessel breaking against a rock. The girl, so tired and weak from lack of food and water, floundered in the water as she was pulled under with the wreckage. She didn't want to die, she thought frantically whilst her lungs burned and her legs jerked into motion. She broke the surface with a gasp, feeling bruised and battered by the force of the collision. She coughed, flailing and going under again in her panic. She had forgotten how to swim in her foggy haze. Was this going to be the end of her?
She hoped not.
But it looked like it could be, for she was so damned tired that the thought of kicking exhausted her further. How could this be?
She kicked out once more, suddenly remembering what to do.
The redhead somehow made it to the beach, stumbling forth and then falling over because of her shaking legs. She rolled onto her back, kelp wrapped around her in various tangles, her clothing ripped to shreds, alive but in rough shape.
She sighed and thought to let herself sleep.
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Elias Kithridge
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Apr 9, 2021 15:14:26 GMT -5
Her focus had been so that she never noticed the lot of metal just a bit down to her left. If her head turned she would see the formation of armor, thick metal formed and situated over a mans chest. It was bowed out in the middle so as to divert blows. the plates on his thighs and his boots were formfitting showing that he had legs that could hold himself and carry her without issue. His helm still rested upon his head drawn down over. He'd recalled landing on the beach, but not how, and he was mainly dry beneath the armor. Perhaps the mist wanted him alive and had dropped him directly upon the sandy shore.
The problem was his limbs felt like iron that refused to bend and was too heavy to lift. He had not the strength to care if he was left there upon the shore or not. His quest had failed, he'd failed, and he'd watched as a town disappeared before him. He thought he was the only survivor until he heard the breathing of one next to him. He'd not been able to see her as his peripheal vision was limited throught the visor but his head would turn.
The narrow slits did not give much for her to see beyond them but he observed her through them. Beautiful, he thought, as her flaming hair fell about her form brightening her countenance if not her disposition.
A lady, he finally registered, and he knew that he could not remain so settled into the sand for his mother would have beaten him black and blue for ignoring his duty to another, especially a woman.
"Are you alright milady?" He spoke his clear voice only partially muffled by the lining over it. He had yet to move but he would, he had to.
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 9, 2021 16:05:13 GMT -5
She had the distinct feeling that she wasn’t alone. Her head did turn toward the left, but focusing was another matter altogether. Images of the mist, faces everywhere, took over for a moment and her eyes would open a little wider. She was hallucinating, wasn’t she? Amia suddenly lurched to a seating position, taking in a deep, loud breath and letting it out in a long exhale.
It was then that she registered a voice… not a whisper, but an askance if she was alright. She wasn’t; she had just gone through a torturous journey all alone and been spit out by the horrible mist that would haunt her for life. It took her a moment to focus on his voice and come back to reality. Amia groaned and then rolled over, coughing out the sea water she’d lined her stomach with.
“Nay,” she croaked in reply, “Are you?” At least she was honest about it, there was no point in denying the humor in her voice, though, as if realizing she was lucky to be alive. But then sobs wrenched her as everything hit her all at once. People were dead, places were gone… Her limbs felt like leaden weights. If she could just… lie back down…
She did.
“I need to sleep…” she said, her voice slurring in an… almost, drunken manner. She was so thirsty, so hungry.
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Elias Kithridge
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Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Apr 9, 2021 16:20:53 GMT -5
'Nay' Her voice broke the silence and he was glad to know she could speak, that she'd understood. If she'd spoken another language it would have made things that much more difficult. Rising from the sand he would do so out of sheer willpower as she let out a choking sob and then blew out some of the water. He'd unbuckle his chest piece as he rose because he could not handle the weight. Tossing it to the side he'd come up to a sitting position leaving the back there.
Then there was the matter of his grieves. His fingers felt thick and numb even if they were carefully formed. They'd work at the leather drawing it off. If he were to save her as well he would have to do so sans armor. It was not required that he wear it to represent his house in such dire straits.
He would answer her shortly, "All my parts are still here if the most I can say to the matter, milady."
She spoke of sleep and it sounded as if she was going to lull and drift off just there.
He rose to his feet his bracers hitting the sand and he'd make the few torturous steps to her side. Reaching upward his helm would slide upward at the command of his fingers and he would stand over her looking down. It was the first image she would ever see of the man, a bleached linen shirt, dark breeches, and his fingers drawing metal from around his chin. He would drop it into his right hand and glance downward.
His eyes were a surreal shade of green that spoke of the palest leaves in the brightest forest. Dark curled hair came around his face matted but released by the sea air as it tossed it away from his scalp. The shade on his cheek from being unshaved was beginning to make him look rugged but he spoke anything but, "I am afraid that you cannot sleep here milady," he would tell her, "If you cannot walk I believe I can carry you with your permission of course."
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 9, 2021 18:06:52 GMT -5
She looked up at him when he stood over her, her own, ice blue eyes peering up in a squint as she tried to make out the double blur that was him. A handsome face came into view and even into focus. Amia nearly swallowed her tongue. “Are you… sure?” she asked, her voice raspy, her tongue so dry that it kept sticking to the roof of her mouth. All she could taste was the salt of the sea. “I just want to sleep.” It was must have had something to do with the mist too that she was so lethargic.
The beauty shook with fatigue as she lifted herself up onto her rear. She stared ahead of her, trying to get her bearings. Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she went limp, flopping backward like a ragdoll that had been kicked over. She didn’t really have a choice in the matter; he would have to carry her.
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Elias Kithridge
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Registered: Apr 9, 2021 15:00:41 GMT -5
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Apr 10, 2021 13:12:03 GMT -5
When she went backward he reached down a hand curling it around her shoulder and softening her fall. The sand was hard if one went down hard enough and he would see to it that the lady would not take further injury to the insult of her arrival here. Clearly she'd fought to make it through the sea and was in worse shape than even he was.
Observing her in her state he might have blushed if she'd opened her eyes to see his trailing over her face. If he were to be stranded there were certainly much less beautiful sights and she rivaled even the ocean itself in his regard for her looks. He could not remain staring at them no matter the way they tugged at certain urges within him. Ones he'd almost forgotten having spent years among only men.
Scooping her up with one hand beneath her knees and the other against her back he'd take stock of their situation. The sandbar probably disappeared in some months. A ship in the distance, one showing signs of being weathered by storms and sea, was settled upon the shore. It was hardly suitable as a long term respite but he could use the sails for shade for now and perhaps they might have some barrels still with something drinkable.
Beginning the walk to it his feet threatened to sink into the sand. He had to readjust his footing many times and once he would gently lay her down to remove his solid boots. Bare feet made better progress and he kept to the hardened sand where the water kept it packed down.
The ship was lopsided upon the shore and he found a section where the hull was torn apart. He found them a place on the deck where the sea breeze cooled the desert kindly enough to be comfortable. Especially with the misting water not breaking up to that section. Then he would focus on moving the sails and providing her a bit of shade. Half the ship was still in the water. It was clear enough he could see it and with her settled he would begin his exploration if he had not waken her in the process.
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Amia Duluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 10, 2021 18:19:42 GMT -5
The girl remained unconscious while he carried her across the sand like the helpless waif she was. Her head lolled against his chest. Her sigh let him know that she was not dead, but she was most certainly in a death like state the way she looked. Her fine boned face was pale, and he might even feel that she was warmer than she ought to be for having just swum to shore. She was in need of help for certain… bad.
It wouldn’t be for another hour, plenty of time for him to explore, that she woke up. It took her a long moment to realize that she had been moved into the shelter of a wrecked boat. Her eyes hurt, so she shut them again. A moan bubbled forth.
Amia shifted to her side and peered around, but she felt drunk and wobbly, her surroundings shifting and pitching like an angry, violent chasm threatening to swallow her up. She let out another sob. “I don’t want to die!” Oh, but her head hurt so terribly. Her throat was scratchy and her mouth so dry.
She rested her cheek against the hard floor and couldn’t even cry properly because she was so dehydrated.
“Hello?” hello, hello, hellohellohellohehelelolo, echoed the word in her head. The world went black again for a time.
When next she woke, it was probably not until sometime before sunrise the next day. The fever had broke, she was covered in a film of sweat.
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Elias Kithridge
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Apr 10, 2021 21:43:06 GMT -5
Elias had not the chance to remain by her side. If he was to find them suitable water, and food, then he would have to keep searching. It was with some luck he found a barrel that was empty on their side of the shipwreck. What was once a galleon would have had plenty of supplies, mead, food, whatever it was transporting, but most of it might be with the rest of the wreckage. The barrel that was empty had collected rainwater. He did test it first and built a fire on the beach in order to boil the water utilizing a pot he found and scrubbed with sea water as he could not waste the rest.
The work was hard as was catching a few fish near the edge of shore more curious as to his presence than anything. They provided him a little sustenance and he kept some in the barrel he'd rolled down for if the lady should wake. He found a few cups and would use one to get her to drink.
He'd lift her up as well as possible and in her feverish state she could barely even swallow much less understand him when he told her, "Milady you have to drink."
He would simply repeat himself as best as possible and to break her fever he would remove all outer clothing to the point it was almost indecent. He was looking for her to survive and he figured that forgiveness was better than permission in this.
He did keep her off of the shore, it was cooler where the water did not reflect upon the sands and in the shade. He'd been picking through the ruins of what little was left on the shore the majority of the ship beneath the water. He'd yet to dive because he wanted to hear her should she wake.
There was a set of stairs still intact from the lower levels, they had but the bow of the ship there. It was placed rather well for his purposes as he came up them to the intact decking carrying a few pieces of fish that he had hung over the fire. Even in the heat of day he wanted to make sure that she could eat if she would wake. She'd not felt as hot last time he checked and to his surprise when he popped up over he saw bright eyes attempting to focus, "Milady?"
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 11, 2021 7:43:29 GMT -5
She would drink of the water he provided, although she would not remember such. Amia did think she imagined him telling her to drink, even more still when she actually took sips of the soothing liquid. But when she awoke, her mouth was no longer like the desert itself.
Her eyes slowly adjusted, there were no longer two of everything and she wasn’t rocked anymore by dizziness. She felt weak as a newborn kitten, even still, and filthy from sweat, but she was alive! And there was a man with her… A man? Had he… taken care of her? She would have bolted up but that wasn’t an option.
When her eyes met his, she swallowed heavily. He was the most beautiful man she had ever set her gaze upon, and there had been plenty of handsome fellows in Vessia, including the man who she would have been betrothed to had she not run off to the Usque as she had. But this man… with his dark hair and those eyes of his... Her belly quivered. Have mercy.
“Amia,” she murmured when he would call her “Milady.” She wasn’t a lady anymore, she had given up that title when she took flight. “Where… are we?” she asked then, unsure of anything. She lifted up onto her elbows, but had the urge to flop back down. She noticed that she was in her shift and red flooded her cheeks, but there had to be a pretty good reason for that. Even still, she wanted to cover up.
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Elias Kithridge
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Apr 11, 2021 9:41:43 GMT -5
Her flushing lit her cheeks as she noticed the state of her undress. He could see it in her glance down, the way she shifted ever so slightly. He could read body language rather well having had to do so in armor and her being uncomfortable was not his goal. Neither was her further dehydrating herself by fully sweating. Her hair clung to her face from that still. Small tendrils wrapping around the edges of her cheeks. He averted his own gaze rather quickly finishing his step up only to grab a blanket he’d been hanging to dry.
He would pull it from the broken mast of the only section still on this part of the ship. Averting his gaze he would offer it to her having set down the plate he’d carried so he could carefully do so.
He’d caught what he thought was a name but he’d wait until he could look at her in order to speak, “I am not certain Milady. The circumstances of my own arrival are clouded as well.”
It was the best he could do as he walked back over to retrieve the plate bringing it to her and crouching in front of her the smell of sea and a slight musk of pine and man coming from him, “I had hoped you might wake soon.”
He’d stripped the bones and only left the meat there for her. He was attempting to be sensitive to the fact she was a woman and he doubted she would wish to see the whole fish. He was also doubtful it was to any standard she was used to but it was warm, cooked thoroughly, and the only thing she was likely to get for the moment.
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 11, 2021 13:49:25 GMT -5
She wrapped up in the blanket, grateful for something to cover her form. "How long was I asleep?" she asked. "I remember being asleep in the boat and then suddenly I was underwater. The mist... something about it... I felt so heavy and lethargic.” She sat up finally, got a rush in her head for a moment and placed a hand on her forehead, which was still sticky with sweat.
Amia took the plate that was offered to her. The sight of cooked food made her forget about the blanket. It dropped from her shoulders and she attacked the fish ravenously. She didn’t mean to, but it had been a long time without food and her belly cramped with it. Soon enough, she was licking her fingers clean in an unladylike fashion.
“Thank you,” she murmured… She had been too hungry to be bashful and the blush wasn’t happening then. The fish had been delicious despite the fact that that was all there was. She was grateful for the food even still.
The scent of him was what reached her nose next. Her belly clenched. He was not only easy to look at, but he smelled like pure male and she could not help but respond to it. She smelled of ocean and sweat, herself, but that was to be expected after having nearly drowned at sea.
“My name is Amia,” she repeated. “I may have been born a lady, but I lost that status when I ran from home to avoid an arranged marriage.” She snorted, for the Archduke was not going to be touched by her in the old life. She hoped that she never saw the man again.
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Elias Kithridge
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Apr 11, 2021 20:18:12 GMT -5
He watched her eat, not with the hunger that he'd drunk in her features but with relief to see such an appetite expressed by her. Making sure she was going to keep it down was his next priority which is why he had not brought but enough to be a normal meal. Any more and she would be wasting what he had managed to catch and while he could do it again he had to admit it was difficult without a proper netting system.
While she ate he would answer her question, "A day," he glanced upward, it was almost noon then, "You were feverish as well. I did my best to get you down to enough to break the fever away from you. Your clothes are hanging to dry I'll retrieve them in a moment Milady."
Then she spoke calling herself anything other than a lady but he would shake his head. Something in that did not sit right or well with him and he would correct her shortly, "You are a Lady no matter your actions in such a thing."
It appeared he would not budge but he would kindly offer his name, "I am titled as my father was before me, Lord of Lavenden, and named Elias Kithridge in honor of my grandfather. Though I see no reason to stand on precedence here as it may be some time before we find other polite company, if you'd like you may call me Kit, milady."
Kit, as he'd called himself, had the sort of deep accent that spoke of upper crust society but the ease of use of his hands of the lower part. He was a knight, of that she might be certain, and at the edge of his collar there was the start of a black mark that might have identified him further. He also averted his eyes when the blanket slipped. He'd done his best to do so when he'd undressed her as well.
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Amia Duluth
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Roleplay posts: 27
Age: 18
Appearance: She is tall and willowy with red hair and blue eyes. There are freckles across her face.
Skills and Abilities: She is able to sew, cook, and clean, though little good those skills would do in the new world.
Biography: Amia was born in Vessia in the old world and ran away to the Usque. She was one of few to make it out alive. The mists were traumatizing. Other than that, her past is ambiguous.
Registered: Apr 4, 2021 1:20:15 GMT -5
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Post by Amia Duluth on Apr 12, 2021 21:58:45 GMT -5
The food sat surprisingly well on her stomach, which had been paining her with hunger even with the sickness that had overcome her. The lack of food at sea and the lack of fresh water… well, it was evident she had barely made it by the way she was being taken care of by some stranger who made her belly clench in a way she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt.
Indeed, he was too beautiful for words, with those curly locks framing a face chiseled out of marble, almost. She drank in the sight of him like a fine wine without even realizing it. She must look a hot mess, she thought ruefully.
Amia tilted her head when he began to speak about himself. It was one of those lengthy introductions she’d once heard from another knight who had wanted to in her hand. It was endearing. She peered at him with open curiosity then remembered her food.
“Well met, Kit... Please call me Mia." She would have offered a hand, but one was holding the plate and the other, a piece of fish. That one was soon put into her mouth and she chewed thoughtfully.
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Elias Kithridge
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Post by Elias Kithridge on Apr 13, 2021 9:01:24 GMT -5
If only she saw herself as clearly as he did. Her bright red locks were a mess against her skin but they only complimented her complexion and lit up her blue eyes that reflected him as she held him in her gaze. He was amazed he'd not lost the power to speak because every time he looked at her he felt like he was at a loss for words. Trying to manage with her name instead of putting distance between them might make matters even worse.
Still he would say it, "Then it is nice to meet you Lady Mia though I wish the circumstances were better."
There was a baleful smile on his features and he would finally rise up from his spot to glance back over the sand. He hoped they might meet another, one who could tell them exactly where they were, and where civilization was, but there was little chance of it from what he'd seen on the beach.
Returning his attention to his ward he would add, "I have a few more over the fire," referring to the fish, "They should be done soon."
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