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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Dec 29, 2008 13:20:06 GMT -5
The tiger had recognized her! SILE had the eyes of her current body opened widely for a second. Had her weakened form brought her aura to leak out on anyone magical, she asked herself. Not very used to reconaissance, she began to shake nervously, but somehow she was lucky that her identity was not exposed. Silly tiger should know more about being secretive, she thought.
Another human came by, this time a tall female one with a disgruntled look on her face and outfit. "You dare leave your posts before daybreak? Return now before lady Casandra hears of this!"
The human boy then pulled SILE's arm and ran away from the angry woman, carrying her body alongside him. It did not take them to a very far distance for the run only brought them back to what she supposed was their posts, but it inflicted a heavy fatigue upon the boy she was with. He must've not tried improving his stamina.
"Geez, I've never seen her that angry before, almost sure she would have had our heads then, eh Ricard?"
Finally realizing what the name of the human body she had seized control of, SILE began to tap the mind of this Ricard she had just heard and found out something very interesting. It seemed that they had been taken refuge among the caravan they were in, and were supposedly guarding the place in return for saving them from an invasion of their home town. She could seek further for more information, but the darkness that loomed inside Ricard's history had forced her to stop.
Now, she would have to try and act like Ricard; something even her powers would not be able to do.
"Uhh, yes indeed, my dear brother. Her intimidation had successfully made us cower in fear-"
Oh shoot, SILE told herself. She could not act the same way she'd usually do.
"I mean, we should get back to our post before she gets us... goofing around. She might get our sorry bottoms this time!"
SILE then turned around, looking for Sir Kit's presence. "Uhh, you might want to go first. I'll catch up with you later," she told Jorn.
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SILE's real body began to sweat, albeit her fur had made her perspiration hard to notice.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2008 4:45:31 GMT -5
((Boy, this thing BLEW UP! Figures. *snort*)) "Ruadhan?" Wolf whispered, his eyes narrowing at the scant name plate on the door. He took a half-step forward and leaned in a bit. The paint was fading and a crack ran through the plate. It couldn't...it couldn't be the same Ruadhan from Glen Oak, though, could it? No--that Sir Ruadhan had lived in Glen Oak his entire life, Wolf knew it.
He adjusted his grip on Jonathan and, when he realised the boy was a touch too large to continue with, the Green Knight lay him down next to the door, braced against the wall. He felt his neck, felt a soft pulse still lingering, and could see the slight rise and fall of the young boy's chest as he breathed.
Wolf rose and tried the doorknob. It rattled with rusted age, and the door swung inwards. Wolf swallowed uneasily and stood up straighter. Something told him he shouldn't go inside, that doing so would be a breach of trust in his knights.
But something stronger made the hairs on the back of his neck, nay, the hairs on his arms, too, stand on end. Ruadhan was not one of his knights. If anything, the man--whom he had never before known as a knight, not even in Glen Oak--was suddenly a person of great suspicion. And being that Jonathan had been safely in his room when wolf had left, the King wasn't certain if Sir Ruadhan might have had any involvement in it or not. But he wasn't about to pass up the chance to find out.
"Shade, watch Jonathan. Alert me if anyone comes."
Then, with a slight gulp, he shoved aside his hesitation and shoved his way past the door.
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Jorn stopped walking and turned to stare at Ricard. Something wasn't right with him. Though only a year younger than him, Ricard was far quieter, and much weaker. Jorn wasn't a man of iron, hardly a man of clay, but in a matter of moments, Ricard had ran faster than he ever had before, enough to leave Jorn winded while remaining unphased himself.
Jorn licked his lips and looked skywards again. The stars glistened and the moon, near full, shed silver light over the caravan. Not a cloud touched the sky anywhere near, though thin wisps of darkness clustered over the city they'd made camp before.
Jorn shuddered. There was something about this place he didn't like. They'd hardly been here a full two, three days, and already, they'd taken one prisoner, a demon-woman had visited them, and Syntyche--a shy girl no more than a year older than himself--had yelled at them for simply doing their duty and investigating a commotion. He shook his head and looked back at Ricard.
He swallowed, his heart beating faster. "Yeah...you, you do that." He nodded, backing away until Ricard was just out of sight. Then he turned around and ran--ran to the one tent Syntyche would've sent him to had he stuck around any longer.
Casandra's.
The mage was already standing outside, her armor stripped and her long hair swaying gently in the still night air. She parted the fabric of her tent and both of them entered. Jorn sat down upon a thick rug before a short wooden table with a bowl of water placed atop it. Casandra sat opposite him.
"What is it you have come seeking?" Her voice was soft and slow, sultry even.
Jorn swallowed, eying the water with unease. Casandra had been the one to find them, him and Ricard, when their home was under siege. She'd ridden up on horseback, decked in full armor, swinging her sword as if one of the pillagers herself. But instead of slaying them when they were backed into a corner, she commanded them to mount behind her, and just as soon as they had--our of fear of her killing them instantly--she stole them from the wreckage and brought them to safety. Offered him a deal. Their group was small, needed a sturdy watchmen during the nights. If he could serve them, she would be able to assist him when the time came.
Syntyche had arrived on horseback only a few months before Alec had joined them. He wondered briefly if she had been offered the same deal. And if so, what her promise to Casandra had been.
"Have no hesitation, young Jorn," the woman said, drawing his sight again. "Speak to me. What is wrong?"
He swallowed, licking his lips again, and nodded. "It...it's Ricard. Something's not right with him." |
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Post by Kat on Dec 31, 2008 6:17:20 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, I have bad news, Sir Kit refuses to return. I would have stayed longer, but Sir Kit began to yell attracted the attention of some woman from the camp, who proceeded to threaten me, and the King."
Kat narrowed her eyes. "Ugh, I hate it when this happens. And a woman dares threaten us? How childish. Could she even get past threats?" She sighed. "Looks like I'll have to face him myself. Hopefully...hopefully, he'll actually listen to me."
She glanced at SILE and placed a hand on the cat's shoulder. Mentally, she told SILE, Are you all right? Kit won't come back. I got the news from Midknight.
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Dec 31, 2008 13:48:46 GMT -5
Are you all right? Kit won't come back. I got the news from Midknight.
"I know what really happened. Midknight not only made a dramatic entry into the caravan that had inflicted trouble upon himself, but he obviously did not exert enough effort to convince Kit to return." SILE sent out her telepathic message back. "I am still here in the caravan, and I am in a satisfied mood to enlighten you about the accomplishment of my spell. I certainly will have more chance of success if I talk to him."
SILE then started searching around, looking for the tent Kit was in. She was cautious not to make any distraction that can catch anyone's attention, but a few moments later she found herself running. The heavy burden of her spell had started to catch on to her frail body, pressuring her mind as well. She had to see Kit before her subconcious gets stuck in the medium of telepathy and not come back alive.
SILE found herself in front of a tent just a few feet near the tent of the woman she saw earlier. Had she not been forced by her own burden, she would've hesitated to enter; the opposite happened then. She found herself raising the front flaps of the tent by herself, and finally she breathed out of relief.
Kit was inside.
"Sir Kit! I have been looking all over for you..." SILE smiled through the face of Ricard's, albeit fatigued from searching for the clairvoyant knight. "... We don't have much time... Please return to King Wolf..."
SILE's eyes could not see any clearer than the blur of Kit's figure in front of her. She had no more time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2009 2:40:44 GMT -5
Jonathan's eyes twitched and a moment later he moaned, swaying. Feeling himself fall, he threw open and he gave a short shriek before he landed on his side. Thrusting his hands underneath him to get up, his vision blurred and he swayed some more before sitting back upon his legs. He shook his head, feeling dizzy, and blinked when he didn't see the man Ruadhan had told him to find in front of him anymore.
Instead, he saw the dark-grey stone walls of the castle.
He shook his head and turned around. A knight stood there, slightly familiar but he didn't think they'd been introduced before. He narrowed his eyes at her, blinking until she was perfectly clear in the center of his vision.
The words spilled out of his mouth before he could even think of any better.
"What happened to me?"
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The room was silent. More than silent. More silent than any other silence he had ever heard. He'd just emerged from a short, narrow hall, and now seemed to be in the main living area of Ruadhan's room. The light of dusk fell in through the windows flanking the dusty and worn bed; the reddish glow of the sun cast eerie, orange glows across the cobwebs gracing every surface of the room.
Wolf swallowed uneasily, and as he surveyed the room more closely, his eyes fell upon an old picture frame set upon the short chest of drawers against the left wall. Wolf lifted it with delicate touch, his fingers leaving imprints in the dust. He brushed it off with his sleeve (not caring for the yellow stain it left upon him) and then turned until it caught the light just right. It was a photograph of a small family, a young knight and his wife holding a small bundle in her arms. He'd only ever seen one other photograph so closely in his life--one given to him by a mage who'd passed through Glen Oak many years before and, for a large sum of gold, had taken photographs of everyone with her magic box. He'd only gotten his since the mage had given it to him as a gift to the lord of the land she was traversing through. She'd been a strange mage, actually, very manly. For a moment, he wondered what had become of her--then he recognised the faces before him.
They were the Wilhelms, the second-most noble family in Glen Oak (though, by the standards of Dunburrow, Wolf supposed, they might as well have been peasants). He'd met John Wilhelm on one or two occasions perhaps, but he'd never known he had a wife or child. But why would their picture be in Ruadhan's room?
Better even, Wolf thought as he returned the frame (not that it mattered much--it was obvious it'd been touched already), was the reason why Ruadhan had a room in the castle at all. Obviously, this was the same Ruadhan as he knew in Glen Oak, and quite likely, the picture he'd found was the same one as was taken by that mage so long ago. But why it was here, how Ruadhan had become a knight--and when he'd left Dunburrow to live steadily in Glen Oak--Wolf had no answers to these questions. None at all.
He turned, passing the doorway into a dark commode that smelled almost as if it'd never been used at all. He saw a desk across the bed, a mirror set atop it and leaning against the wall. He brushed his hand over the dust, saw the deep lines in his face as he contorted his muscles in pensive thought. He hardly looked a day older than thirty--and he was only eighteen. He shook his head and looked away, wiping his hand on his pant leg. He reached for a drawer and pulled it open, breaking cobwebs along the way and sending a shimmering white spider running from his hand.
A folded letter sat in the center of the drawer, broken crumbs of red wax all around it--all that remained of the seal that had once kept it from prying eyes. But now prying eyes came a-wanting, and Wolf lifted up the delicate paper with the touch of his forefinger and thumb. He held it gently, slowly prying it open as his eyes moved in closer.
"I wouldn't, milord."
Wolf jumped, dropping the letter, and whirled around.
He was alone.
His hand to his heart, breathing deeply, he took a step towards the door. "Shade, was that you?"
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Post by Draco on Jan 2, 2009 18:02:21 GMT -5
Deep in the forest to the west, off the main trail near a small stream, a dark figure kneels down in the forest picking up a bag and tossing it into a small wagon next to him. He stretches and looks around scratching the back of his head. A whistle escapes his lips three times, and after waiting a few moments he shakes his head.
“Well that’s just great. That’s the third mule that ran away from me in the past month… I’m only about a days walk from the castle, and he has to run away. He was just here a few minutes ago to. I only put my armor on, turned around, and gone. Wait a minute…” He looks back in the direction he was traveling from. “I’m going to have to pay that farmer back! And I’m running short on funds to. Where do these animals keep running off to anyhow?”
After looking around he notices a furry orange and white tail behind a bush. Draco smiles, and begins to pull the wagon back to the main path. As he walked he would look over his shoulder at the orange blur that kept following him.
“At the rate I’m going it will take me a day and a half or more. As long as I make it by dinner, get to sleep in my bed, and I’ll be happy. Which reminds me,” he turns his head as he walks, “when I get to the castle. I don’t think they’re going to let you into it. But tell you what, I’ll give you the rest of my rations when we get there.”
The pointy face of a fox stares at him from behind a tree as he continues to walk down the trail. His chain mail shirt glistening from time to time when the sun passes through the tree tops.
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Post by Shadaras on Feb 16, 2009 0:52:31 GMT -5
((Relatively short and lazy post, but whatever. =D ..let's get this moving again.))
Shade crossed her arms, irritated. Wolf hadn’t answered her question. She was about to repeat her question when the ‘king’ laid Jonathan down. “What are you planning?” Shade asked sharply. She didn’t expect an answer, nor did she get one. Wolf simply rose and touched the doorknob, opening the door. It creaked, and Shade’s eyes narrowed. The room probably hadn’t been used in some time, if it was creaking like that. But even the disused rooms were well-kept by the myriad servants. How did the hinges of this one door escape them?
“Shade, watch Jonathan,” Wolf said. “Alert me if anyone comes.”
Shade nodded slightly, watching Wolf enter the room. She would have kept watching him, had it not been for Jonathan’s question. Shade sighed silently, crouching down next to the boy. “You got tied up, probably by Alec and Casandra, and half-drowned in a fountain,” she said briefly. “We brought you to the palace, and now we’re outside Sir Ruadhan’s room.” Tilting her head slightly to the side, she considered Jonathan for a moment before adding, “Mind telling me how Alec and Casandra got hold of you?”
Soft sounds came from the room Wolf had entered. Shade wanted to turn and look inside, but keeping her eyes on the boy seemed more important. She doubted he knew who Alec or Casandra were, but if he did... the possibilities that led to were too many to be considered until the boy answered. Shade watched him steadily, waiting.
Perhaps the boy would have answered more quickly if there weren’t a sharp sound from inside Sir Ruadhan’s room, along with a soft voice. Wolf’s voice soon followed. “Shade, was that you?”
Shade turned to look at the door, heart beating rapidly. “No, m’lord. What was it?” Automatically, she looked around, not rising from her crouch. One hand was on her sword, and the other was on Jonathan, making sure he didn’t move. There was nothing in the corridor but the cold grey stone that it was formed of and the torches flickering on the walls. Nothing that she could see, at least. Cautiously, Shade rose, turning in a circle and doing her best to keep an eye on Jonathan at all times.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2009 1:10:12 GMT -5
Jonathan took a moment to let the words sink in before realising what they meant--Alec had betrayed them! Sir Ruadhan had said Alec would help them get to the king, help them find his parents...but Alec had betrayed them. And now they were at Ruadhan's room? Jonathan didn't even know he had one! He shuddered as he heard the king call from inside the room, and next thing he knew, the lady knight had her hand held firmly against his shoulder as she spun around and surveyed the corridor. Jonathan stifled a gasp as a shimmering spider crawled out of the room and towards him. The knight still turned away, no one saw him reach his hand forward, touching the cold castle floor, and allow the spider to crawl onto his fingers and then up his arm. His eight little legs tickled, and the boy stifled a laugh, but then Ruadhan's magical form settled itself in the dip of his collar bone and stayed still. Jonathan let out a sigh of relief as his giggles passed. * * * Wolf heard Shade's response and looked around Ruadhan's room one last time. He shuddered, bumps covering his arms as a chill wind whipped around him through the unmoving air. He looked down at the letter, again in the drawer where he'd found it first, and swallowed uneasily. He reached for it, hesitated, and then decided against it and just turned around, racing towards the door. The hall was empty, save for Shade and Jonathan. "Jonathan," Wolf said with a sigh of relief, scooping the boy up from under Shade's protective grasp, whispering, "Thank you," to the Bronze Knight. He looked around again, eying the torches and listening to the familiar near-silence of the castle, the only sounds those of the crackling flames and their breathing. "Come on," he said to Shade, "let's get out of here. This place is bad news." He took a step and faltered, not sure where he was going again. "Would you like to lead the way?" he moved to ask, but said instead, "Lead the way, we haven't much time." He tried to show her a weak smile, but only groaned inside, feeling weaker. |
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Post by Cyborg on Apr 18, 2009 21:32:45 GMT -5
" Excuse me, is your pink friend okay? Is there anything you need me to do for you?" Midknight asked as he poked the dead roleplay.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2009 18:47:41 GMT -5
This is not a roleplay post. However, it does concern the roleplay directly.
As all of your are probably aware, I'll be out of the country for six weeks in less than two, and to not condemn this roleplay to any further inactivity on sole account of my absence (as if that'd ever happen >.>), I plan on removing my character from the RP before I leave so that, should the muse of Dunburrow breathe kindly upon the Knights Guild, the roleplay may continue to thrive *cough* while I'm away.
I've got my plans in action already, but it'd be great if I didn't have to work this on my own--meaning, it'd be wonderful if we could roleplay just a little bit more before I take Wolf out of the picture.
Thanks, everyone. :)
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Post by Cyborg on Jun 10, 2009 20:44:18 GMT -5
(While I'd love to RP more, honestly I can't do too much until Kat or Vyt post.)
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Jun 11, 2009 7:25:43 GMT -5
(While I'd love to RP more, honestly I can't do too much until Kat or Vyt post.) (I am as stuck as you are. I made the mistake of following Kit, and now I'm confused and clueless.) |
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Post by Shadaras on Jun 11, 2009 12:03:56 GMT -5
((You know, all you needed to do was ask, and I would've posted sooner than this. I didn't earlier because I didn't have any idea of what to do. Fine. I'll bring this back to life. Just try to make sure it doesn't die again, okay?))
“Lead the way,” Shade repeated, staring at her king. “I led the way here, Wolf. Then something happened that neither of us understand. Perhaps, if you care for the safety of your ward, you should decide for yourself where to take him, King.” Without waiting for his response, she turned and stalked off, sheathing her sword. If he couldn’t even decide what to do with a single child, then how could he possibly decide what to do with a kingdom? Shade shook her head, walking through the passages without any true aim. She could leave the castle whenever she wished. Nobody would want to stop her. But her loyalty still lay with the kingdom, no matter what happened.
Even if Wolf’s decisions lead to war? Shoving that nagging thought away, Shade stepped out onto a balcony. The sky belied all the happenings of the day; the setting sun shone in a clear sky, giving the entire city a golden cast. Stepping onto the railing, Shade balanced for a moment, staring over the city, before leaping off and spreading her wings. The shadows caught her, and she turned to the roof of the castle, wings beating in time with her heart, heavy and slow.
Nobody came onto the roof unless they needed to. The servants said it was haunted, though they told the nobles that they feared the fall. Shade smiled bitterly. She didn’t care if it was haunted. She was enough of a haunt for most, though she hid her wings more often than not. Scared servants never preformed as well as happy ones. And that was why the roof tended towards the rickety side, which simply reinforced the idea that it was haunted. Landing on one of the stronger areas, Shade shook her head. If they could get anyone to repair it, it’d all be fine. But ever since the giant kestrel had flown over the castle, nobody had come up here.
This was even the first time she’d come up here since then. They’d been busy. But now that everything was falling apart anyway, it probably didn’t matter. Standing in the middle of the roof, Shade looked up at the darkening sky. There would be no moon tonight. Only the stars would give light. Stars, and what torches and magical lights those in the city and caravan decided to light. But this high, there would only be the stars.
Wind blew across the castle, and Shade turned to face it. There were no signs of any wind. None but what she had just felt. Shade drew her blade, falling into a crouch, wings half-extended as she turned to survey the area. Nothing. Just like when someone had spoken to Wolf in Ruadhan’s room. Were they related? She had no idea. Both times had been magic, of course, but there was no way to truly know. With a curse, Shade leapt into the air once more, this time with a direction in mind.
The Purple Knight knew more about magic than most. It was just a matter of finding her. Closing her eyes for a moment, Shade looked over the city with sight attuned not to light, but to the auras that surrounded every living being. The bright pink-purple-gold that marked Kat glowed brightly, and Shade dove towards it, opening her eyes to ensure she didn’t crash into anything. Landing on the ground next to Kat, Shade glanced around at the others who were nearby. The typical strangeness of the castle. With a mental sigh, Shade addressed Kat. “How many mages in the area have the ability to either cloak themselves to sight in some fashion or throw their voices precisely enough for only one person to hear them?”
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Post by Cyborg on Jun 11, 2009 14:41:27 GMT -5
" Well excuse me miss, but I guess I can cloak myself from sight. I have the ability to change into a moving shadow, and I am very hard to see in this state." Midknight stated.
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Jun 11, 2009 15:44:05 GMT -5
((You know, all you needed to do was ask, and I would've posted sooner than this. I didn't earlier because I didn't have any idea of what to do. Fine. I'll bring this back to life. Just try to make sure it doesn't die again, okay?)) ((Truth be told, I didn't know who to ask. I guess it's because everyone started leaving this roleplay dead. I was surprised myself when Cyborg came out of nowhere to post on this roleplay. Honestly, I don't think we'll be able to retain this roleplay for long. The plot is empty and full of holes that only certain key characters can fill in. The whole plotline seemed to be heavily dependant on some characters. Not saying that I'm blaming people for this, since I also see the fault of not letting my character keep up in the first place. I apologize in advance for not developing my character's path. Still, I would like the remaining participants to let out their own opinions about the status of this roleplay. I do not want to see this roleplay try another shot in the dark, hoping that it catches something.)) |
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