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Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@VKAllen Just sayin, Cleon doesn't have to listen to Jocelyn or anyone because Ecros is a lawless land. It's more likely that a huge saloon fight is going to happen rather than Cleon going with them. I just made Jocelyn approach him out of humor. :P

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

One thing, @LadyTabris; no one should know what a pistol is. Especially someone from Xororis. Unless they, of course, were fighting in the war. In that case, they would be called hand-dragons, and are basically nonexistent in the continent.

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@LostDestiny I'm terrified of needles and I had to work with them in chem.

How is everyone?

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

As the woman thought about where she would first begin her mission, a loud sound came from the insides of one of the small yet bustling saloons. It lit up the inside of the shack like fire, and a thunderous roar cracked across the vicinity. It was as if some beast had been unleashed and had already claimed its victim. Jocelyn held her breath, her hand tightening on the hilt of her sword as she approached the saloon. She was afraid of what sort of scene she would encounter, and, more specifically, what exactly had happened.

The wooden floors creaked loudly as Jocelyn stepped inside. Her eyes adjusted to the change of lighting, but her hearing was as always. And she basically heard nothing, save for a couple of voices near the back of the room. Once she was able to get a look at her surroundings, she caught sight of a large figure slumped against the floor. Something sour tainted the air; she was able to identify the smell as blood, and lots of it. From what she could infer, the unmoving heap of flesh was murdered by someone nearby. And not by any common mean-- no sword or lance or throwing daggers could make this much of a mess.

Her eyes, suddenly an icy azure, flickered towards the two men at the bar. To her surprise, one of the males was an inguz chatting to a seemingly uninterested stranger. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the air, mixing with the stench of blood. Jocelyn set her jaw, feeling an overwhelming sense of anger come over her. The inguz could not have killed the orc in such a way, but it was very possible that the other man, a solarian, did.

"Pardon, sir," Jocelyn approached the inguz, her steel-plated boots thudding against the floors. "But I'm afraid that your little chat will have to wait."

With an overly serious expression, she turned towards the stranger. The blonde was ready to pull out Dawnchaser if it came down to it, but she would prefer to avoid any further bloodshed. "You are under arrest for the murder of an innocent being. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way-- but I'm pretty sure that everyone in here wouldn't want their day ruined even further."

Jocelyn knew that this was risky, but could she really let the bastard get away with killing someone in such a manner? She only tightened the grip on her sword, her knuckles burning white as she waited for his reply in apprehension.

@VKAllen @Solace

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

Cleon just shot an orc within the tavern.

Make sure to read everyone's posts guys! :)

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

Guys, you do know someone got shot in the tavern, right?

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

So far, we're waiting for three more people to post. @Lauder, [@Rekigan], and @LunayMochizuki. Then I'll post again.

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

@Lauder
@Death Grips
@LostDestiny
@LadyTabris
@Rekaigan
@VKAllen
@LunayMochizuki
@Solace

Just tagging everyone just in case they didn't see the RP start. Also, guys, please tag people when you interact with their characters. That way it will be easier to tell who's interacting with who.

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

She remembered the first time she had fallen in love.

Her lover's embrace was as gentle and lulling as a babe's lullaby; she could never get enough of the soft hymns being sung close to her ear, and how the warm feelings flooded her stomach when she saw her beloved's first smile of the day. It was so bright that not even the strongest storm could make her emotions disappear from her memory. Jocelyn could never imagine a single hour without her sky. It was there since her birth and was watching from above as she grew into a full woman. And when she finally got the opportunity to join the Valkyrie, she felt overjoyed. It had always been her dream to fly on the back of an eyrie-- she imagined soaring close to the soft, fluffy clouds on a beautiful blue day, and raising her hand so that her fingertips could touch the sun.

It was more difficult than she thought, being part of the Valkyrie. There was always something to do; scouting, hunting, spying, charting some distant, unknown, and possibly nonexistent land... the work never finished. But Jocelyn loved it. There was never a day where she would drift off to sleep in her own boredom, or idle around Loralis while waiting for work. And, if the time came where she would finish her duties ahead of time, she would fly.

Jocelyn grinned, her fingers curling into the cotton-like, downy feathers of her mount. The dappled, black eyrie soared the skies with her atop his back. His wings did not beat as often, as Sirus had found a wonderful tailwind to glide upon. But her eyes did not rest on the overcast skies just above her, as they always did. No, they looked below, at the stretch of wasteland underneath them. From above, Ecros appeared nothing more than an ocean of dry sands mixed with patches of dead grass. Sadness hung heavy in her chest as she remembered the days where Ecros blossomed with travelers and the grassy expanse of land was as gorgeous as ever. But after the Astrax-Estialian conflict, it all changed, and it was destroyed... along with legions and legions of Xororian men and women.

But she was there not to gaze upon the charred corpse of a once beautiful country, but to find the shady and slimy desert town that was known as the Far West's capital. The general of the Estialian Valkyrie had told her that there were rumors of revolts being whispered in the dusky taverns of Ecros; it was to be thought that people were disgruntled with their King Cassius, and wanted to rid of him. Jocelyn didn't know why she was sent alone. Usually, there would be a group of two or three members of the Valkyrie, and they would all protect each other on a mission.

Jocelyn and Sirus made a landing close to the town's borders. It didn't take long for her to dismount and gather her belongings before making her way towards the rickety cluster of civilization. Her eyrie knew not to follow that closely; instead, Sirus once again took to the skies and flew low. She could feel her trusted mount's eyes bore into her, making her relax a significant amount as she entered the city. She did have someone to protect her, after all.

Dust and dirt darkened her plated boots as she rested a hand on Dawnchaser. The blade was extremely useful while she was on Sirus' back, but now that she was on the ground, it was difficult to protect herself with it. Fortunately, Jocelyn considered herself adept at swordsmanship, and she believed that she would be able to defend herself rather well if she had to.

The sight of the town's infrastructures made chills crawl up her spine. Most of the buildings were created with sturdy wood, and many of them towered over her head like some sort of beast. Well, I'm here, Jocelyn thought. Now, where do I even start?

Jaysong | Medieval Fantasy [18+]

I'll get the RP started before going to class.