Post by Sabinia on May 21, 2005 22:07:52 GMT -5
Name: Sabinia Delaunay
Age: 23
Race/Sex: Human Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125 lbs
Occupation/Passion: Bard/Musician/Entertainer
~Sample Post~
Nothing felt as good as traveling on your own two feet, perfectly independent and perfectly capable all by themselves. Sabinia preferred her journeys no other way and she was thankful to regain at least a bit of the familiar clear headedness that came with night travel. The moon sat full and glowing in the inky black expanse of the sky, stars sparkling only sparingly and rendering the entire evening rather picturesque. She inhaled the sharp scent of the wood, heavy tree cover parting as she drew along the worn road toward what she hoped would be a town of some kind.
Fortune seemed to smile on her as she lifted her gaze and discovered that she was approaching gates, rather simply decorated city gates. What had she stumbled upon this time?! In truth, she had very little knowledge of the regions outside her own beloved highlands known as The Homelands, but she had given little thought to acquiring a map. After all, when one had no destination, it mattered very little where one ended up. Still, she was eager to find a place to stay for the remainder of the night and adding a bit more pep to her step, she neared the group of guards standing watch.
"Halt and declare your name, occupation, and intentions here in Emain Macha, Capital city of Ulster and Castle Stronghold!" The tallest of the guards exclaimed, placing himself between her and the gates she sought to enter.
Sabinia almost laughed outright, the man certainly was serious about his duty, maybe a little too serious. Shaking her head and indulging in a small chuckle, she shifted gently so that they all could see the miniature harp against her spine, the instrument placed just so as to hide the covered morning star she also carried. "My name's Sabinia and I'm a musician, I've come to rest and perhaps entertain the people of Emain Macha if you allow me entrance. I assure you, I don't plan to cause any sort of trouble while inside your walls. I promise." Her voice flowed like the sweetest honey and she let her lips curl into a brilliantly bold and charming feminine grin.
"A musician eh? I think I speak for everyone when I say we need a great deal more of your kind around to brighten our spirits. You may pass, if you promise to return tomorrow evening and play for us Miss Sabinia." The solider was staunch as he folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to look even more imposing than he truly was. Still, it was too difficult to hide the fondness in his eyes as he looked down upon her, rather intrigued and excited by her presence. Bards always did carry a mighty magic about them.
"You have my word on it," She replied easily, "And you boys keep a sharp eye out, I don't want any fuss disturbing my stay here." Winking toward the group of them, she smoothly side stepped the guard and made her way through the opened gates, hoping she could find a quaint little tavern to settle down in.
Maybe, just maybe, she could find a willing audience as well, but only time would tell.
Age: 23
Race/Sex: Human Female
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 125 lbs
Occupation/Passion: Bard/Musician/Entertainer
~Sample Post~
Nothing felt as good as traveling on your own two feet, perfectly independent and perfectly capable all by themselves. Sabinia preferred her journeys no other way and she was thankful to regain at least a bit of the familiar clear headedness that came with night travel. The moon sat full and glowing in the inky black expanse of the sky, stars sparkling only sparingly and rendering the entire evening rather picturesque. She inhaled the sharp scent of the wood, heavy tree cover parting as she drew along the worn road toward what she hoped would be a town of some kind.
Fortune seemed to smile on her as she lifted her gaze and discovered that she was approaching gates, rather simply decorated city gates. What had she stumbled upon this time?! In truth, she had very little knowledge of the regions outside her own beloved highlands known as The Homelands, but she had given little thought to acquiring a map. After all, when one had no destination, it mattered very little where one ended up. Still, she was eager to find a place to stay for the remainder of the night and adding a bit more pep to her step, she neared the group of guards standing watch.
"Halt and declare your name, occupation, and intentions here in Emain Macha, Capital city of Ulster and Castle Stronghold!" The tallest of the guards exclaimed, placing himself between her and the gates she sought to enter.
Sabinia almost laughed outright, the man certainly was serious about his duty, maybe a little too serious. Shaking her head and indulging in a small chuckle, she shifted gently so that they all could see the miniature harp against her spine, the instrument placed just so as to hide the covered morning star she also carried. "My name's Sabinia and I'm a musician, I've come to rest and perhaps entertain the people of Emain Macha if you allow me entrance. I assure you, I don't plan to cause any sort of trouble while inside your walls. I promise." Her voice flowed like the sweetest honey and she let her lips curl into a brilliantly bold and charming feminine grin.
"A musician eh? I think I speak for everyone when I say we need a great deal more of your kind around to brighten our spirits. You may pass, if you promise to return tomorrow evening and play for us Miss Sabinia." The solider was staunch as he folded his arms across his chest in an attempt to look even more imposing than he truly was. Still, it was too difficult to hide the fondness in his eyes as he looked down upon her, rather intrigued and excited by her presence. Bards always did carry a mighty magic about them.
"You have my word on it," She replied easily, "And you boys keep a sharp eye out, I don't want any fuss disturbing my stay here." Winking toward the group of them, she smoothly side stepped the guard and made her way through the opened gates, hoping she could find a quaint little tavern to settle down in.
Maybe, just maybe, she could find a willing audience as well, but only time would tell.