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Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

"I know you are." James answered the girl, hugging her tightly. It was foolish of him not to cover her eyes, to do something else. She's have nightmares for weeks on end after that. This would be a terrible problem to fix.
Gently, the knight scooped Anya into his arms, and carried her back to the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed, and sat next to her, covering her shoulders with a blanket. James didn't actually know whether the blanket would be good at comforting Anya or not. Nora would know. James wished Nora was here.

After a minute, James worked up his stomach, and decided to ask Anya something, before he lost the chance to.
"Anya, are you hungry?" he said, in a cautious voice.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

It's weird to me how the Niscenci Empire doesn't actually have a symbol of any kind, just "they wear red". We should add a symbol for them to rally behind. Maybe a lion, or an eagle. Chimera maybe.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

"Anya..." James crept forward, shutting the office door behind him, leaving the heavily bleeding man inside. He felt the weight of shame start to bear down on his shoulders. He'd acted in the moment; a different attack could have subdued the attacker.
No, he decided. He'd just have to play through.

"Anya, c'mere." James knelt down, and drew the girl into a hug.
"I'm sorry."

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

I think so, yes.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

James' head lowered, and his blade shot out like a snake, striking at Remington's neck. With a twist, he pulled the body down onto the floor, wrenching the sword free.

"....I'm sorry you had to see that." he said to the mist floating around the room.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

"You expect me to back down? You back down." James retorted.
"You called my daughter a brat. Nobody is allowed to scold that girl but me."

"You took a hostage because you're unsure of your skill, right?" he continued. "You know you need a hostage to keep an advantage. But on that same note, you know that if you get rid of her, you're defenseless. You don't expect me to believe you'd just let her go after taking something, right? If you let her go, I'd just kill you then and take it out of spite. If you killed her, I'd have every reason to torture and execute you. You could take her prisoner, but... who knows what I'd do, then. But if you let her go and leave, I give my word I won't kill you. For now."

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

James walked around to the source of the voice, and pushed the door open. A strange man was holding Anya at knifepoint. Why was he here? What did he want? Why wasn't Elric a better babysitter? None of these questions mattered, pushed aside by a sinking feeling, deep in his gut. His teeth grit and his body grew tight, as his eyes narrowed, growing cold.

Ochs. He pointed the blade at his foe, placing the hilt near his cheek.

"I'm only going to tell you once." he growled.
"Leave now, and I won't kill you."

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

James was panting by the time the house was inside; the ground floor was apparently empty. James tentatively sat down his bucket, and stepped through the gaping hole. He drew his longsword, and ascended the stairs. If he was lucky, she'd gone back to bed and slept in, undisturbed by the intruders. Carefully, he opened the door knob and went over to their bed, still empty. He threw the covers around, and saw it was also empty.

"Anya!" he called out. "Anya, are you here?"

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

Empire's color is supposed to be red, right? This might be a decent for it

Or perhaps you might prefer


Both with varying swords, axes, maces and polearms. Officers would have badges of merit and more ornate gear. A spy infiltrating the ranks would dress exactly as a footsoldier, with few if any variances from standard issue gear.

Estermere - A Medieval Fantasy Roleplay

"What it means is bad for all involved. We're splitting. Tail the bag-man." James whispered, increasing his speed.
"I'll take the house."

The knight grit his teeth, and walked forward at an almost normal pace, waiting until he'd passed Mimsy to run, then to sprint. He wasn't supposed to let it happen again.