Post by Kahlan Lothair on Mar 31, 2005 22:10:40 GMT -5
Noah/Spawn The Kingdom of Ulster. It was here that he had been not too long ago, at least by his standards it wasn't too long ago. He'd once taken up temporary residence in one of its forests and from there ignorant, not to say stupid, passer-byers sparked tales of a strange dark and demonic "guardian of the forest". Those rumors and stories perhaps didn't get very far though and had probably died off quite a while ago. Yes indeed, it was very unlikly that Noah had woven himself into Ulster's local urban legends so deeply, if any at all, as he'd done with Zalion. And yes, the Kingdom of Zalion, where Noah now found his path crossing there once more. Time and time again, he's drawn back to that mysterious and beautiful realm and doesn't quite know why. Perhaps it was its people? Or it's scenery?<C>
Noah/Spawn And what was it about Ulster that reminded him so much of Zalion? Perhaps the fact they shared alot of similiarities both architech wise and cultural wise, or perhaps it was something deeper. Regardless, after visiting, and even befriending Ulster's former head chair person, Noah found himself within the local of Ulster once more. And so it was that he returned here as something much more as well. Lucca had had encounters with the Hellspawn and knew him well by that form and yet...did she tell anyone of those encounters? Did Kahlan know of Noah or anything about Zalion? Regardless of which, the powerful being took on his human form, as he'd appeared while under the command of General Washington. Dark black clothing and armor, complemented perfectly by a black hat and cape and his hair<C>
Noah/Spawn A dark red, should length and curly, almost black as well. All of which clashed with his realitively pale skin. As glamorous as he could've waltzed into Ulster as, he chose simply one of the most humble methods. Walking just like a commoner, without any escort whatsoever, he traced a well beaten path on foot. One that would eventually lead him to the gates of what he assumed to be the main castle where the Queen herself resided. After all, it would be best to approach in the most humble and nonthreatening manor. And upon reaching the gate, he would question the guards there to Queen Kahlan's where abouts and then question to see her immediately if possible. <E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair As was characteristic for this time of year, the veil between winter and spring was just beginning to blur. The ground was hard and as of yet still asleep save for the tell tale signs that Spring was fast approaching. In places where the snow had covered, thick patches of hearty dark green grass had begun to grow in earnest while in the outer forests near the city of Emain Macha bright green leaves had begun to bud from the ends of deadened branches. It was the time of year when the work day seemed lighter along with the clothing. Within the next two weeks those within Emain Macha's walls would soon get a well deserved break from the chill. Perched on the railing of a balcony which she frequently visits, Kahlan can be found ticking the time away watching her daughter <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair In the room before her. My how she had grown! It seemed like only yesterday her father had been alive, that she had been but a baby, and now her baby was eight years old. A grin tactfully finds its way to the High Queen's full lips and she calls out to her daughter. "Willow my darling will you join Mum on the balcony?" She adored her daughter above many things and no one dared say a thing against her for fear of what Kahlan might do. Yes indeed, Willow was the only thing Kahlan believed she had left short of her Kingdom which was in itself vast. The vastness of it was pocketed with places that were uninhabitable or even sparsely populated such as the mountain range about ninety leagues to the West. What most misunderstood about Ulster was that it was indeed much more than <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Just an island. Emain Macha the capital city, and dare it even be mentioned thriving multi-cultural metropolis, was often mistaken for Ulster as a whole. A sad miscalculation indeed. Today though, Kahlan could care less what someone thought of her Kingdom, she felt like a young girl again (despite only appearing 25). It would indeed be a grevious miscalculation to presume that Kahlan was 25 years of age. The simple gravity with which her eyes spoke volumes was enough to enlighten most or frighten masses. Today Kahlan is clad in a dress of simple make that flatters her curvy figure. A figure that was the envy of many women within the Kingdom because though the scars were faint, it showed no signs of having gone through childbirth. The dress, made of satin, reflects light well <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair With its delicate emerald color. Her eyes, so inexplicably beautiful, shine an elusive shade of grey blue showing how unexplainable the woman could be. How mysterious she was even to her own daughter. "Aria, dont dally child. It's a beautiful day." In truth she had no idea that Noah would be coming to see her and thus, in her simplicity, was at her most relaxed and ultimately most beautiful. Comfortably, long loose curls of fiery blonde hair frame a sun kissed face shaped by hardship and victory into the mystifying beauty that Kahlan held. <E>
princess_of_ulster: ~Her mother’s voice caused a sudden reprieve to her delicious daydreaming. Her eyes had wandered across the lush grounds. Supple blades of grass were showing their rebirth. Life was starting anew. Willow took a step ‘forth from her current wanderings. The girl had matured, self-righteously so. She knew who she was, what the dealings were occurring at this very moment. The court was alive and buzzing, speaking of a peace treaty with some pauperized country. How she yearned to be queen. Elegant, a voice sounding her mother’s that would carry fear into the veins of the less-influential. Her gown was simple satin, a summer dress that gave way to her young body. “Yes mama?” she called to her casually. Neither bowing, nor showing any great respect, but simple fondness.
princess_of_ulster: She hugged her waste, making herself catch a hold fully around the hips. “Mama, who is coming today?” “I was told the Zalion’s are making peace with us.” Her interest in politics had grown alongside her smug nature. ~
Noah/Spawn Simplicity over glamour had seemed to have done it's work. Indeed, Noah was a being of enough experience to know that showing up with a parade of people or even a simple escort of a few guards would get him immediately stoped and although he probably had all the power to do so, it wouldn't do at all to proceed inward into this town of Emain Macha and violate their laws. No, he would be respectful and humble in this foreign land. Partically out of respect and partically because it would grant him access to the Queen that much quicker. Indeed, very few seemed to pay attention to the stranger that graced the streets of the town after making his way in through the gates. Even though he was dressed someone gothic and dark, it was possible that Ulster receaved visitors like this all the <C>
Noah/Spawn time. Travelers, after all, do tend to wear dark garments and it was common knowledge to some to know that black was a good color to wear in cold climates and the air did retain a certain amount of chill. Further more, he was unarmed, which granted him even fewer glances. But his gaze, it was cold and focused, seething with concentration. He rarely blinked and his green irises gave off and errie green haze within the shadow casted by the rim of his hat, but he kept his head tilted more up right to allow some light to shine on his face, helping to eliminate the gaze. The hardened soles of his boots clicked and clacked against the hardened ground of the streets of the city as he calmly and casually made his way closer and closer to where he assumed the Queen was. He only assumed where<C>
Noah/Spawn she was out of common sense, so it seemed. One of the acts of respect he usually payed was never using his....special talents...to track down anyone within their own land, unless he deemed it absolutely nessiairy. And so it was that he finally reached the gates and as such there were indeed at least two guards on duty. He halted just at the right distance that would grant him attention from the guards, no more and no less. They of course questioned him and he responded, "I am a diplomat from the land of Zalion. I would be most greatful if I could be granted an audience with your beloved Queen. I'm here to strike a treaty with Ulster, if at all possible." His voice was soothing and entellectual and yet with a touch of an English accent and a hint of coldness. He paused to allow the<C>
Noah/Spawn guards time to react. If they would grant him passage, or if they would deny him and tell him "another day" perhaps. <E>
Noah/Spawn And what was it about Ulster that reminded him so much of Zalion? Perhaps the fact they shared alot of similiarities both architech wise and cultural wise, or perhaps it was something deeper. Regardless, after visiting, and even befriending Ulster's former head chair person, Noah found himself within the local of Ulster once more. And so it was that he returned here as something much more as well. Lucca had had encounters with the Hellspawn and knew him well by that form and yet...did she tell anyone of those encounters? Did Kahlan know of Noah or anything about Zalion? Regardless of which, the powerful being took on his human form, as he'd appeared while under the command of General Washington. Dark black clothing and armor, complemented perfectly by a black hat and cape and his hair<C>
Noah/Spawn A dark red, should length and curly, almost black as well. All of which clashed with his realitively pale skin. As glamorous as he could've waltzed into Ulster as, he chose simply one of the most humble methods. Walking just like a commoner, without any escort whatsoever, he traced a well beaten path on foot. One that would eventually lead him to the gates of what he assumed to be the main castle where the Queen herself resided. After all, it would be best to approach in the most humble and nonthreatening manor. And upon reaching the gate, he would question the guards there to Queen Kahlan's where abouts and then question to see her immediately if possible. <E>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair As was characteristic for this time of year, the veil between winter and spring was just beginning to blur. The ground was hard and as of yet still asleep save for the tell tale signs that Spring was fast approaching. In places where the snow had covered, thick patches of hearty dark green grass had begun to grow in earnest while in the outer forests near the city of Emain Macha bright green leaves had begun to bud from the ends of deadened branches. It was the time of year when the work day seemed lighter along with the clothing. Within the next two weeks those within Emain Macha's walls would soon get a well deserved break from the chill. Perched on the railing of a balcony which she frequently visits, Kahlan can be found ticking the time away watching her daughter <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair In the room before her. My how she had grown! It seemed like only yesterday her father had been alive, that she had been but a baby, and now her baby was eight years old. A grin tactfully finds its way to the High Queen's full lips and she calls out to her daughter. "Willow my darling will you join Mum on the balcony?" She adored her daughter above many things and no one dared say a thing against her for fear of what Kahlan might do. Yes indeed, Willow was the only thing Kahlan believed she had left short of her Kingdom which was in itself vast. The vastness of it was pocketed with places that were uninhabitable or even sparsely populated such as the mountain range about ninety leagues to the West. What most misunderstood about Ulster was that it was indeed much more than <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Just an island. Emain Macha the capital city, and dare it even be mentioned thriving multi-cultural metropolis, was often mistaken for Ulster as a whole. A sad miscalculation indeed. Today though, Kahlan could care less what someone thought of her Kingdom, she felt like a young girl again (despite only appearing 25). It would indeed be a grevious miscalculation to presume that Kahlan was 25 years of age. The simple gravity with which her eyes spoke volumes was enough to enlighten most or frighten masses. Today Kahlan is clad in a dress of simple make that flatters her curvy figure. A figure that was the envy of many women within the Kingdom because though the scars were faint, it showed no signs of having gone through childbirth. The dress, made of satin, reflects light well <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair With its delicate emerald color. Her eyes, so inexplicably beautiful, shine an elusive shade of grey blue showing how unexplainable the woman could be. How mysterious she was even to her own daughter. "Aria, dont dally child. It's a beautiful day." In truth she had no idea that Noah would be coming to see her and thus, in her simplicity, was at her most relaxed and ultimately most beautiful. Comfortably, long loose curls of fiery blonde hair frame a sun kissed face shaped by hardship and victory into the mystifying beauty that Kahlan held. <E>
princess_of_ulster: ~Her mother’s voice caused a sudden reprieve to her delicious daydreaming. Her eyes had wandered across the lush grounds. Supple blades of grass were showing their rebirth. Life was starting anew. Willow took a step ‘forth from her current wanderings. The girl had matured, self-righteously so. She knew who she was, what the dealings were occurring at this very moment. The court was alive and buzzing, speaking of a peace treaty with some pauperized country. How she yearned to be queen. Elegant, a voice sounding her mother’s that would carry fear into the veins of the less-influential. Her gown was simple satin, a summer dress that gave way to her young body. “Yes mama?” she called to her casually. Neither bowing, nor showing any great respect, but simple fondness.
princess_of_ulster: She hugged her waste, making herself catch a hold fully around the hips. “Mama, who is coming today?” “I was told the Zalion’s are making peace with us.” Her interest in politics had grown alongside her smug nature. ~
Noah/Spawn Simplicity over glamour had seemed to have done it's work. Indeed, Noah was a being of enough experience to know that showing up with a parade of people or even a simple escort of a few guards would get him immediately stoped and although he probably had all the power to do so, it wouldn't do at all to proceed inward into this town of Emain Macha and violate their laws. No, he would be respectful and humble in this foreign land. Partically out of respect and partically because it would grant him access to the Queen that much quicker. Indeed, very few seemed to pay attention to the stranger that graced the streets of the town after making his way in through the gates. Even though he was dressed someone gothic and dark, it was possible that Ulster receaved visitors like this all the <C>
Noah/Spawn time. Travelers, after all, do tend to wear dark garments and it was common knowledge to some to know that black was a good color to wear in cold climates and the air did retain a certain amount of chill. Further more, he was unarmed, which granted him even fewer glances. But his gaze, it was cold and focused, seething with concentration. He rarely blinked and his green irises gave off and errie green haze within the shadow casted by the rim of his hat, but he kept his head tilted more up right to allow some light to shine on his face, helping to eliminate the gaze. The hardened soles of his boots clicked and clacked against the hardened ground of the streets of the city as he calmly and casually made his way closer and closer to where he assumed the Queen was. He only assumed where<C>
Noah/Spawn she was out of common sense, so it seemed. One of the acts of respect he usually payed was never using his....special talents...to track down anyone within their own land, unless he deemed it absolutely nessiairy. And so it was that he finally reached the gates and as such there were indeed at least two guards on duty. He halted just at the right distance that would grant him attention from the guards, no more and no less. They of course questioned him and he responded, "I am a diplomat from the land of Zalion. I would be most greatful if I could be granted an audience with your beloved Queen. I'm here to strike a treaty with Ulster, if at all possible." His voice was soothing and entellectual and yet with a touch of an English accent and a hint of coldness. He paused to allow the<C>
Noah/Spawn guards time to react. If they would grant him passage, or if they would deny him and tell him "another day" perhaps. <E>