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"I get a lot of riff because of my looks and honestly I worked as a servant before coming here." Shrugging sheepishly Naralyn looked at the floor. "Lady Chardonnay found me when I was nothing but a beggar kid on the streets. She took me into her home and gave me a job, a family. Lady...

Naralyn laughed loudly and slapped Cordelia on the back. "You're the nicest snob I've met! And don't worry, I won't sneak into your room and steal your valuables or virtue. I behave myself now." Naralyn smiled. "Nice to meet someone who doesn't think I'm a servant or maid. Or private...

Naralyn's brown eyes lit up with glee. "You're stuck in the Tower of Snobs too? Homely with all the noble brats, innit? One of the little lordlings asked if I'd dance in his room for a gold piece. I knocked out his two front teeth. Since then nobody has really talked to me. How do you like it...

Naralyn watched the dragon be pulled away. The dragons were in high demand, apparently. She looked at the pale girl, Narlyn guessed about her age. Her hair was nearly white. Naralyn didn't know what to make of Cordeila yet. "I'm Naralyn. Ya can call me Nara. I'm staying in Lionhart Tower...

Naralyn was impressed by the dragon and girl's interaction. Apparently one could speak with a dragon like you would a human. She had expected the dragon to be superior and haughty. Naralyn thought one might have to offer a gift of a dagger, gemstone, sacrificial cow, or first-born son before a...

Naralyn returned her plates, her meal finished. Yet it was too early to leave the dining hall. She approached the girl she had seen acting oddly earlier. She raised her hand to wave casually. "Hail, uh, dragon." Naralyn nodded her head to the dragon sitting in human form. To the girl she...

Naralyn watched the spectacle at the dragon's table. Some humans had approached them and began conversations that the rest of the dining hall watched unobtrusively. One girl, Naralyn guessed about her age, had really made a show of herself, grasping at her breast and nearly fainting. Tugging...

Her earlier stomach pains forgotten, Naralyn went back for another slice of peach pie. With a mischievous grin she scooped globs of whipped cream on the crust. She returned to her former seat and, humming happily, dove into her fourth serving. When she had taken her meals on the Lionhart...

"Ugh, that third piece of pie was a bad idea," moaned Naralyn. She sat slumped, her hands clutching her stomach. Teachers lectured about self restraint being crucial to a knight's daily life. A lecture Naralyn ignored when she saw dessert. Naralyn rested her head on the table and continued to...

The dining hall started to fill with students and mentors. Naralyn watched the crowd. To think that dragons could walk among humans! She had read about dragons and their human forms, how their eyes appeared glassy and serpentine. She looked at each face, searching for that tell-tale glint...

Hello! I just recently joined Chivalry. My character is a fledgling student, Naralyn, a commoner adopted by a Lionhart noblewoman. I hope I'm able to add her successfully to the story without messing anything up!

Hello! I'm in killigrew's Chivalry RP too. I just joined. I'm sorta new to this whole RP thing. Your character Rowan sounds interesting.

A kitchen maid approached Naralyn and spoke hesitantly, "Um, excuse me?" "Hmm?" Naralyn's head shot up, her mouth stuffed with pie. The maid was a small, skinny girl, probably in her early teens. Naralyn swallowed her food and smiled at the young girl. "Yes, what can I do for you?" Naralyn...

Naralyn was ravenous. She loaded her plate with four slices of salted pork and generously lathered it in gravy. A pipping, fresh loaf of bread and a shiny red apple were added to the side. Balancing her full plate with one hand she quickly snatched a slice of peach pie. The dining hall was...

Naralyn rubbed the back of her neck. She was still sore from her bout in the training field. The young woman had spent five hours practicing shield blocks. With a practice sword in her dominant hand and a shield held in her left she had gone through several drills. She had taken several whacks...

Yo, Olri! It's me Emma!