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All right, what's the word guys? How are we doing?
There was just so much school work @.@' and I had to go to my job on top of this. But thanks for being patient (:
Her first reaction to Asher's few, but sensitive tears stunned her. A man that could cry in front of a woman unashamed? This was unheard of! Yet, she kept her astonishment to herself, it was inappropriate of her to call attention to his tears. Instead she reached out with a comforting hand and patted him thrice upon his back before withdrawing away from him. "Oh come now, do not be such a light-hearted sissy, my words were not that heartfelt as you would have to them to be." Here she laughed, but as soon as she did, a scream tore through the night. She startled, her heart almost leaping into her mouth from fright. Asher rose to his feet and spotted what he claimed to be bandits. She looked to him for guidance, Johanna had not found her self in such dire situations. Almost immediately, Asher invited Johanna to join the fray with him by informing her of the location of a spare sword. After he departed, Johanna rushed to retrieve the sword from his pack. It didn't take her long to discover it. She would have liked to take the time to examine it closer, but she couldn't.
Her heart pounded violently within her chest, Johanna worried that it might burst from her chest from the way it banged painfully away inside. She fervently kicked the cinders of the fire about, extinguishing the flames as she did so. If the bandits saw the light of their fire, the chance of the discovery of their camp increased tenfold. When that task was completed, Johanna took off into the darkness, in search of Asher. Finding him was easier than she had anticipated. She soon discovered her new companion, sword and torch in hand, fighting like a wild man.
Johanna had just broken into the clearing when she spotted a bandit on foot wielding an iron axe approaching Asher with intent to kill. She sprinted into action, not out of courage, but out of fear for the life of Asher. Johanna raised her sword high in the air and grasped the bandit with her other hand. Her fingers curled tightly around his coarse leather vest as she pulled back the bandit. Johanna drove the hilt of the sword into the skull of their foe, knocking him unconscious.
Her heart pounded violently within her chest, Johanna worried that it might burst from her chest from the way it banged painfully away inside. She fervently kicked the cinders of the fire about, extinguishing the flames as she did so. If the bandits saw the light of their fire, the chance of the discovery of their camp increased tenfold. When that task was completed, Johanna took off into the darkness, in search of Asher. Finding him was easier than she had anticipated. She soon discovered her new companion, sword and torch in hand, fighting like a wild man.
Johanna had just broken into the clearing when she spotted a bandit on foot wielding an iron axe approaching Asher with intent to kill. She sprinted into action, not out of courage, but out of fear for the life of Asher. Johanna raised her sword high in the air and grasped the bandit with her other hand. Her fingers curled tightly around his coarse leather vest as she pulled back the bandit. Johanna drove the hilt of the sword into the skull of their foe, knocking him unconscious.
Post up! Once again I apologize for the extreme delay, I had a lot of RL problems arise.
Of the two men that had burst upon the tavern, the one with the cowl focused his attention on Rhaedin. And as he spoke to her, she listened to his words politely, and noticed his golden eyes. Ah, how strange. There was but one explanation, of course, the man held elven blood in his veins. To what degree, she knew not. He could be an elf, or a half-elf, or one-third of an elf... From there she fell silent, and disappeared into her thoughts for a long time before Sevine suddenly coughed.
One-by-one the bodies of the slain were carted out of the room until Rhaedin and Sevine were all but left. Casting her eyes upon her surroundings, Rhaedin saw that the only bodies left to remove were the ones she had slain, the woman and the man. "Come Captain, I will help you. Grab the man, while I grab this woman. She will be easier for me to carry, as you are accustomed to the burdens of war and death." Sevine stepped forward, and moved to the slain woman who lay in her own pool of blood. Pressing the tips of her fingers to her lips, Sevine shut her eyes and offered up a brief prayer to Lyrem, to guide the woman's soul past the vicious, hungry souls of the Hunt, she then passed her hand over the dead woman's eyes before lifting the limp body of the woman up from the floor and quietly made her way outside.
Rhaedin had watched the act of kindness with which Sevine performed. Although the bandit woman had been a threat to their livelihoods, Sevine still treated the deceased with respect. She allowed herself to smile warmly after Sevine had departed. She knelt over, and lifted the body of the man she had killed into her arms, and followed after Sevine. It did not take her long to catch up to the red-haired witch who walked with almost a stoic gait. The two women were the last ones to join the group, where they had lain all of the bodies upon the ground in a small grove of trees.
Upon arrival, Rhaedin found Orion, Zal looming over a woman with red braids drawn about her, a ball of fire in his hand, and with Elrithian and Erahja in accompaniment. Sevine laid the woman's body down beside the others, and out of habit, Sevine began to correct the positions of deceased, fixing their limbs in the proper rites of burial. The woman who had descended upon Sid, giving the dog a delightful belly-rub, had not interested her whatsoever. And it wasn't that Sevine didn't care about her presence, but rather the rites of the dead were more important to her.
As for Rhaedin, she set the man's body down with care next to the woman and left the work of the dead to Sevine. She stepped quietly away from the bodies and headed over to Zal, where she appeared at his side in silence, her eyes examining the woman with intensity. She had over heard Zal's question to the newcomer, so she chose not to say a word, but rather await a response. There was no need to reiterate a simple question by demand of authority. Zalrinus was intimidating enough as it were already, his staggering height in general was intimidating.
One-by-one the bodies of the slain were carted out of the room until Rhaedin and Sevine were all but left. Casting her eyes upon her surroundings, Rhaedin saw that the only bodies left to remove were the ones she had slain, the woman and the man. "Come Captain, I will help you. Grab the man, while I grab this woman. She will be easier for me to carry, as you are accustomed to the burdens of war and death." Sevine stepped forward, and moved to the slain woman who lay in her own pool of blood. Pressing the tips of her fingers to her lips, Sevine shut her eyes and offered up a brief prayer to Lyrem, to guide the woman's soul past the vicious, hungry souls of the Hunt, she then passed her hand over the dead woman's eyes before lifting the limp body of the woman up from the floor and quietly made her way outside.
Rhaedin had watched the act of kindness with which Sevine performed. Although the bandit woman had been a threat to their livelihoods, Sevine still treated the deceased with respect. She allowed herself to smile warmly after Sevine had departed. She knelt over, and lifted the body of the man she had killed into her arms, and followed after Sevine. It did not take her long to catch up to the red-haired witch who walked with almost a stoic gait. The two women were the last ones to join the group, where they had lain all of the bodies upon the ground in a small grove of trees.
Upon arrival, Rhaedin found Orion, Zal looming over a woman with red braids drawn about her, a ball of fire in his hand, and with Elrithian and Erahja in accompaniment. Sevine laid the woman's body down beside the others, and out of habit, Sevine began to correct the positions of deceased, fixing their limbs in the proper rites of burial. The woman who had descended upon Sid, giving the dog a delightful belly-rub, had not interested her whatsoever. And it wasn't that Sevine didn't care about her presence, but rather the rites of the dead were more important to her.
As for Rhaedin, she set the man's body down with care next to the woman and left the work of the dead to Sevine. She stepped quietly away from the bodies and headed over to Zal, where she appeared at his side in silence, her eyes examining the woman with intensity. She had over heard Zal's question to the newcomer, so she chose not to say a word, but rather await a response. There was no need to reiterate a simple question by demand of authority. Zalrinus was intimidating enough as it were already, his staggering height in general was intimidating.
Hey guys! sorry about the delay! I've been very busy this week because of school and work. I thought I would have time last night to get a post up, but I don't think I'll get one up until tomorrow. But definitely tomorrow.
Fallenreaper said
He's Mathias, I think and well it's spelt similarly, it's pronounced a bit differently. However, lol, since the old man is already in and Mathias is yet to have his name mention, Macrabre, it might be easier for me to change his name. Maybe to one that's more elven sounding? If you've not changed it ICly then I can change Angel's brother's to erase confusion and save you (as well as few others) some editing. Though, I would enjoy any name suggestions or ideas if anyone has any?And not Dog food, Rtron. :p
Whatever you're comfortable with, also, Matthias won't appear in the RP after this.
Oh my god. I have to change the old man's name! When I was busy searching for a name for him, I totally forgot about Angel's brother, Matthias. Haha, that was a really bad error on my part.
For four days, Johanna and Asher traversed towards Ciola. She guided them from Serwyn's ornate saddle, recollecting the memories from the nights previously passed. Now, she sat next to Asher as they had only made camp hours before the sun set. During her pursuit to escape from Sevitel, Johanna had pushed herself to ride through the night. The more distance she covered, the better. Repeating the same exhaustive ride back to Ciola would certainly kill Serwyn, or he would go lame.
The heat from the fire warmed her hands, and as she rubbed them together with tenderness, Asher asked her to speak of her brothers. Smiling fondly, Johanna nodded more to herself than to Asher in agreement. Not only were Thalien and Chezaré her brothers, they were also her friends. "Thalien is tall and dark-haired. He is a man of thoughts and words, which gives him a brooding atmosphere. I think he personally finds the company of stones and gems more entertaining than that with people. And Chezaré is just as tall, but his hair is the colour of sun-lit wheat. He is a ladies man by nature, which has cost him a broken nose on occasions. Chezaré is just as smart as Thalien, although he acts more like a rogue than a cartographer. Neither of my brothers have families, or at least not yet." She looked to Asher, her hazel eyes reflecting in the light of the fire, "I pray tell that I haven't dulled your sense with my boring words." And here again, she smiled.
The heat from the fire warmed her hands, and as she rubbed them together with tenderness, Asher asked her to speak of her brothers. Smiling fondly, Johanna nodded more to herself than to Asher in agreement. Not only were Thalien and Chezaré her brothers, they were also her friends. "Thalien is tall and dark-haired. He is a man of thoughts and words, which gives him a brooding atmosphere. I think he personally finds the company of stones and gems more entertaining than that with people. And Chezaré is just as tall, but his hair is the colour of sun-lit wheat. He is a ladies man by nature, which has cost him a broken nose on occasions. Chezaré is just as smart as Thalien, although he acts more like a rogue than a cartographer. Neither of my brothers have families, or at least not yet." She looked to Asher, her hazel eyes reflecting in the light of the fire, "I pray tell that I haven't dulled your sense with my boring words." And here again, she smiled.
The things I think of, lol. Well I gotta say, I just read your post. It's very sound. However, there's one small problem, Sid the dog is by the cellar door, not the entrance door from which Orion and De entered.
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