Giltheran
22-08-2006, 00:58
OOC as people may have noticed my posting recently has been jumpy… In any case that’s changing at last. So my nations are back.. Yet time has passed and this post is a snippets kind of thing for Giltheran. Eventually a modern Giltheran ooc guide post will be made, this is more an IC events list.
Starting with something I wanted to do but had trouble working out how to run it, in char. A child, a heir for the royal couple…. With the advantage of missing time I can avoid the main areas that where giving me trouble… Childhood and having a little child running around. I may at sometime return to the idea and have the royal couple have another child but for now…
IC Queen Alataire Leuthilspar had been through much in her time as ruler of her people, alongside her husband, they had had many good times, and many sorrows. Yet right now she was cursing him, it was cliched and it was the happiest moment of their lives… well of Githras’ doubtless it would be hers looking back, but right now she wasn’t seeing it.
She was giving birth to their first child, the first they hoped of many, but that was in the hands of fate. Right now they would be content with any child…
***passage of cliched images that I doubt I really need to describe***
She held their daughter in her hands, and smiled, as she looked upon their gift, nothing could have prepared her for this moment, she realised that, their daughter, ‘Neshyrr Leuthilspar.’ She looked up upon her husband and e nodded, the joy radiating from him. They had spent sometime discussing the name of the child, the surname that is. Although when he had came to kingship many had been the demands that he form his own house, using his own name as house name. At the time he had seen the wisdom and he still did, but the name Leuthilspar was an old and respected one. His daughter would be Neshryrr Leuthilspar of the House Githras, a new generation built upon the wisdom of the past.
***Flash***
She was Five now, young and mischievous taking after her Mother’s side of the family, her hair silverly grey, and long, yet strangely curly refusing to stay straight. For five years the happy Parent’s had never let her out of their sight, but they could not do that forever. She needed to play, to explore the palace and it’s grounds, to fall and cut her knee, then run to her mummy crying. She needed to be a child, but she needed to be protected, she was a target perhaps. Such fears are actually likely common to all parents in some regards but royalty at least have access to more resources.
So they hired Babysitter’s of a different sort, bodyguards drawn from the Royal-Guard but selected not just for their skills in combat but for their wisdom and laughter. The core of this strange group where chosen to stay with Neshyrr as she grew older, to let her play, and to protect her, and to love her.
***Flash***
Ten now, the curls long gone, convinced she’s a princess admittedly she is, but that’s besides the point. Now she runs wild through the court, she’s picked up a sword and waved it around singing some song she almost certainly shouldn’t have heard, a guard in the corner looks a little embarrassed as a little girl sings some song about the ‘Elf Maiden and the Orc Warlord‘, and some acts hopefully the little girl has no concept of. She says she is going to be just like her daddy. The next day through she’s sitting around and declared swords are dull and she wants a Axe.
***Flash***
Thirteen and excited today she is off into the city on her own. The first time, ever. She’s going to hang around with her friends.
***Flash***
Twenty now, still young for the Tel’Quessir she appears no older than fifteen, her first crush. Stomping doors slamming a teenager. The guards have faded, still always there, she’s too self-absorbed as all teenagers are to notice them through. Her silent shadows. She’s mopping will he ever notice her she wonders. Now more convinced than ever swords are stupid, her parents know nothing…
Oh and will he ever notice me. In this case it’s impossible her crush is on one of the members of the Baelnorn circle after all.
***Flash***
Thirty older now, Hormones dying down. Her guards still follow her but hang back even further. She’s on to them now and is always looking for them. In many ways it’s turned into a game of sorts, she tries to give them the slip, they try to let her think she has given them the slip, and continue to watch. Today through she should be proud for an entire hour she loses her guard for real… Not that they will ever tell her that, in fact they spend the next two days discovering what Exactly she did in that missing hour and let it slip they know. They want her to think she didn’t lose them, she’s getting far too good now… They want her learning the wrong lessons when it comes to losing her protection.
***Flash***
Forty, and she’s knows it, time passes so slowly for the Tel’Quessir, in human society she likely would have been raising her own children at this point, but here and now she is still very much a child. Her education is still ongoing, and so she sits studying various texts and works. It’s time for her to seriously consider her future through. So she sits looking through the various options open to her, and there are many, a Princess of the Realm first and currently only child of the rulers of the land, she could attend any institution in the nation. Before her she has through narrowed the choice to a few, Mage of course is there, what child does not dream of one day being a powerful Archmage, or even one of the few High Magi. Then there is the idea of becoming a warrior like her father before her. The new direction of her parents the new ways spreading throughout the nation also hold her interest. The ways of technology, it will be she knows, important for a future ruler of the Isles to have an innate grasp of these devices.
This is difference that being forty makes she thinks, and perhaps she is right, but she still appears little older than Seventeen.
***Flash***
More time has passed she’s 75 now, soon she will be considered an adult, able to make her own way in the world. Thirty-Five years go she had made her choice as to what area to concentrate her last years of childhood studying. She has never regretted her choice, in the end through the draw of the new world was strong, the draw of magic was in her blood. She was apprenticed to a member of the Royal-Guard. Working hard and diligently, and now she was about to be recognised for her long study. The tests where long and difficult, to ensure she had truly passed the time of her apprenticeship, she was forced to show her understanding of the mystical arts before a body made up of Arch-Mages and headed by a High-Magi.
Usually of course the test would not be administered by such high-ranking individuals, but the daughter of the King and queen demanded such treatment, to ensure a fair and accurate assessment was given, lesser mages might have felt threatened by her title.
***Flash***
Fifteen years as a Full mage her bodyguards had never found things so difficult. Now she could use the weave to help her evade them, and why did she have to be gifted with that damned bird as her familiar. Trying to avoid the eyes of the damned thing was even more difficult than the girls own skills.
Today through was different, it was a Holy Day, the Temple was packed by the faithful. The low reverent prayers where joined by all in praise of the Father of the Seldarine and ruler of the god’s. At times it seemed the entire city was present even a few tourists had been advised attendance was well worth the wait.
This was why as the prayers came to an end, ad the candle’s where all lit, a cry erupted from the many assembled elves. They drank and they danced and they called out in praise of the god’s. Soon it resembled less of a religious gathering and more that of a boisterous party. Alaitare could be made out dancing with passer’s by, a glass in one hand spilled the occasional drop of wine onto the floor as she twirled and laughed. Githras her father smiled Indulgently while casting the occasional wistful eye over to a side door, where many of his fellow Sun-Elves, where ducking quietly through and into a quieter sub-shrine away from the party of the Moon-Elves. Then when he was distracted his wife grabbed hold of him and pulled him into the party and his laugh washed over the room.
That was the last Neshyrr was to see of them that day, for she soon was distracted by other far more important things to her eyes. Today was to be a first for her, and her parents where to receive a report that even in the very open and understanding society of the Tel’Quessir no parent wanted to hear….
*Flash*
Now it was over. She was at last considered a full and responsible adult. Tomorrow she would be able to make her own way in the world, and make her own decisions. Like many in her situation she wished to travel, to see the world.
A new set of headaches for her overworked bodyguards, who where already preparing to send agents to lias with as many nations security services as they could. Before she left the isles they would make sure they had a full network in place to watch her… Perhaps after that they could rest, soon…
OOC so there we go, not great I have to admit a little cliched at times but sue me. Oh the name Neshyrr if anyone is interested means Spell-Song. Suitably hippy I hope. Yes the Moon-elves of Toril’s religious ceremonies really do end up little more than massive party’s with very liberal opinions on well EVERYTHING.
Hmm oh and I may do her tour at some point if anyone is interested. Or at the very least perhaps have it done from the eyes of her bodyguard making amends for any damage she might cause while she is doing it. Perhaps both actually now I think on it…
Starting with something I wanted to do but had trouble working out how to run it, in char. A child, a heir for the royal couple…. With the advantage of missing time I can avoid the main areas that where giving me trouble… Childhood and having a little child running around. I may at sometime return to the idea and have the royal couple have another child but for now…
IC Queen Alataire Leuthilspar had been through much in her time as ruler of her people, alongside her husband, they had had many good times, and many sorrows. Yet right now she was cursing him, it was cliched and it was the happiest moment of their lives… well of Githras’ doubtless it would be hers looking back, but right now she wasn’t seeing it.
She was giving birth to their first child, the first they hoped of many, but that was in the hands of fate. Right now they would be content with any child…
***passage of cliched images that I doubt I really need to describe***
She held their daughter in her hands, and smiled, as she looked upon their gift, nothing could have prepared her for this moment, she realised that, their daughter, ‘Neshyrr Leuthilspar.’ She looked up upon her husband and e nodded, the joy radiating from him. They had spent sometime discussing the name of the child, the surname that is. Although when he had came to kingship many had been the demands that he form his own house, using his own name as house name. At the time he had seen the wisdom and he still did, but the name Leuthilspar was an old and respected one. His daughter would be Neshryrr Leuthilspar of the House Githras, a new generation built upon the wisdom of the past.
***Flash***
She was Five now, young and mischievous taking after her Mother’s side of the family, her hair silverly grey, and long, yet strangely curly refusing to stay straight. For five years the happy Parent’s had never let her out of their sight, but they could not do that forever. She needed to play, to explore the palace and it’s grounds, to fall and cut her knee, then run to her mummy crying. She needed to be a child, but she needed to be protected, she was a target perhaps. Such fears are actually likely common to all parents in some regards but royalty at least have access to more resources.
So they hired Babysitter’s of a different sort, bodyguards drawn from the Royal-Guard but selected not just for their skills in combat but for their wisdom and laughter. The core of this strange group where chosen to stay with Neshyrr as she grew older, to let her play, and to protect her, and to love her.
***Flash***
Ten now, the curls long gone, convinced she’s a princess admittedly she is, but that’s besides the point. Now she runs wild through the court, she’s picked up a sword and waved it around singing some song she almost certainly shouldn’t have heard, a guard in the corner looks a little embarrassed as a little girl sings some song about the ‘Elf Maiden and the Orc Warlord‘, and some acts hopefully the little girl has no concept of. She says she is going to be just like her daddy. The next day through she’s sitting around and declared swords are dull and she wants a Axe.
***Flash***
Thirteen and excited today she is off into the city on her own. The first time, ever. She’s going to hang around with her friends.
***Flash***
Twenty now, still young for the Tel’Quessir she appears no older than fifteen, her first crush. Stomping doors slamming a teenager. The guards have faded, still always there, she’s too self-absorbed as all teenagers are to notice them through. Her silent shadows. She’s mopping will he ever notice her she wonders. Now more convinced than ever swords are stupid, her parents know nothing…
Oh and will he ever notice me. In this case it’s impossible her crush is on one of the members of the Baelnorn circle after all.
***Flash***
Thirty older now, Hormones dying down. Her guards still follow her but hang back even further. She’s on to them now and is always looking for them. In many ways it’s turned into a game of sorts, she tries to give them the slip, they try to let her think she has given them the slip, and continue to watch. Today through she should be proud for an entire hour she loses her guard for real… Not that they will ever tell her that, in fact they spend the next two days discovering what Exactly she did in that missing hour and let it slip they know. They want her to think she didn’t lose them, she’s getting far too good now… They want her learning the wrong lessons when it comes to losing her protection.
***Flash***
Forty, and she’s knows it, time passes so slowly for the Tel’Quessir, in human society she likely would have been raising her own children at this point, but here and now she is still very much a child. Her education is still ongoing, and so she sits studying various texts and works. It’s time for her to seriously consider her future through. So she sits looking through the various options open to her, and there are many, a Princess of the Realm first and currently only child of the rulers of the land, she could attend any institution in the nation. Before her she has through narrowed the choice to a few, Mage of course is there, what child does not dream of one day being a powerful Archmage, or even one of the few High Magi. Then there is the idea of becoming a warrior like her father before her. The new direction of her parents the new ways spreading throughout the nation also hold her interest. The ways of technology, it will be she knows, important for a future ruler of the Isles to have an innate grasp of these devices.
This is difference that being forty makes she thinks, and perhaps she is right, but she still appears little older than Seventeen.
***Flash***
More time has passed she’s 75 now, soon she will be considered an adult, able to make her own way in the world. Thirty-Five years go she had made her choice as to what area to concentrate her last years of childhood studying. She has never regretted her choice, in the end through the draw of the new world was strong, the draw of magic was in her blood. She was apprenticed to a member of the Royal-Guard. Working hard and diligently, and now she was about to be recognised for her long study. The tests where long and difficult, to ensure she had truly passed the time of her apprenticeship, she was forced to show her understanding of the mystical arts before a body made up of Arch-Mages and headed by a High-Magi.
Usually of course the test would not be administered by such high-ranking individuals, but the daughter of the King and queen demanded such treatment, to ensure a fair and accurate assessment was given, lesser mages might have felt threatened by her title.
***Flash***
Fifteen years as a Full mage her bodyguards had never found things so difficult. Now she could use the weave to help her evade them, and why did she have to be gifted with that damned bird as her familiar. Trying to avoid the eyes of the damned thing was even more difficult than the girls own skills.
Today through was different, it was a Holy Day, the Temple was packed by the faithful. The low reverent prayers where joined by all in praise of the Father of the Seldarine and ruler of the god’s. At times it seemed the entire city was present even a few tourists had been advised attendance was well worth the wait.
This was why as the prayers came to an end, ad the candle’s where all lit, a cry erupted from the many assembled elves. They drank and they danced and they called out in praise of the god’s. Soon it resembled less of a religious gathering and more that of a boisterous party. Alaitare could be made out dancing with passer’s by, a glass in one hand spilled the occasional drop of wine onto the floor as she twirled and laughed. Githras her father smiled Indulgently while casting the occasional wistful eye over to a side door, where many of his fellow Sun-Elves, where ducking quietly through and into a quieter sub-shrine away from the party of the Moon-Elves. Then when he was distracted his wife grabbed hold of him and pulled him into the party and his laugh washed over the room.
That was the last Neshyrr was to see of them that day, for she soon was distracted by other far more important things to her eyes. Today was to be a first for her, and her parents where to receive a report that even in the very open and understanding society of the Tel’Quessir no parent wanted to hear….
*Flash*
Now it was over. She was at last considered a full and responsible adult. Tomorrow she would be able to make her own way in the world, and make her own decisions. Like many in her situation she wished to travel, to see the world.
A new set of headaches for her overworked bodyguards, who where already preparing to send agents to lias with as many nations security services as they could. Before she left the isles they would make sure they had a full network in place to watch her… Perhaps after that they could rest, soon…
OOC so there we go, not great I have to admit a little cliched at times but sue me. Oh the name Neshyrr if anyone is interested means Spell-Song. Suitably hippy I hope. Yes the Moon-elves of Toril’s religious ceremonies really do end up little more than massive party’s with very liberal opinions on well EVERYTHING.
Hmm oh and I may do her tour at some point if anyone is interested. Or at the very least perhaps have it done from the eyes of her bodyguard making amends for any damage she might cause while she is doing it. Perhaps both actually now I think on it…