Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20171207103110/@comment-24852191-20180116192548


 * Vlad, who had been running his hand over his face to cover a yawn, paced back and forth as he waited for the last few guests to arrive. He shifted his silver eyes about the room as he calmly waited. He sat his white gloves hand atop his ceremonial rapier. Although, he was skilled in the use of the rapier, he always enjoyed the powerful strokes of a bastard sword to the graceful movements of a rapier. Then again, bastard swords were all to common going out of style as single handed swords, rapiers, and the ever present Turkish scimitar became fore popular for their weight and balance. He looks down slightly as he tugs on the end of his long red coat. An elegant outfit that he insisted on wearing. A beautiful long red coat with black trim and gold embroidery. He also wore brown trousers with black boots. Upon his head and weaving in and out of his midnight black hair, was a thin silver crown, signifying his status as the prince of the Wallachian people.