Renny

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

@CorinTraven Well if you ever have any ideas, I'm open to just about anything :)

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

@CorinTraven Mhm, mhm. Well I'm sorry about that. When you do post, I'll hurry to the computer to check it out. I love your character(s) already and your posts are impressive.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

@CorinTraven True. Anyway I can help?

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

@CorinTravenSae is vulnerable at the moment. May lead to crush if the conditions are right.

As for Nikolas, I can only shiver and give Saewine my condolences.

W&T: FT RP!

We will all dance under the crimson flames of Sable Rhodroth.

Marches of Man: the Black Shields. [ALWAYS OPEN]

@CorinTraven Well she might get a wake-up call from Sae. He's not so brazen that he'll ruin her outlook on the whole status but he'll definitely speak from his own experiences. As for the gossip, Sae wouldn't have paid mind to it. At least not enough to remember it upon meeting her. Now that I know Nikolas is a Captain and not a commander, I feel like Sae might be a bit more laxed with him--might even try and get him to help pull him from the Black Shields. Probably won't end well but at the moment, Sae isn't giving too many fucks about any of that.

As for Sara, she's outgoing and I see her doing him some good if they ever hang out enough.

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@CorinTraven Post is up. Isn't Nikolas the Noble Commander of the Black Shields? So does he love Alycia as much as Sara? Or is there some resentment brewing in him?

And I'm curious to see how Sae and Sara will interact too. At the moment Sae is acting a bit emo.

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“This is not the duty of a noble. I should still be in bed right now.”

S A E .

As much as he wanted to say help had been delivered, Saewine just knew that Dorran had not paid much attention to them. The egotistical arsehole had shooed them away no quicker than his last words had touched the air. What a way to go! He had wanted, if only marginally, for his words to have reached the Prince. For a letter or order for him to be sent back home but none of that came.

Saewine waited with his arms folded over his chest and his back leaning on the cold stone of the castle. His agitation was obvious but for what reason he was sure no one could guess. He let his brows frown as Dorran's self-praise slipped through the cracks of the wall. I wish I was a King. Not even noble power can grant me the reigns of destiny. He reflected.

As soon as Terryn was dismissed, the man's heavy footfalls approached quickly. Once outside the door, a quiet flow of curses flew out. All of which was pointed towards Dorran. Saewine found his eyes wide with awe and a small smirk on his lips from the similar feelings. He just wouldn't have used such crude words ... in such a manner. Afterwards, the three of them marched through the dimly lit castle, always being greeted by the fiery shade of a burning torch.

Saewine walked silently. He had neither the will or want to discuss his duties. The others were strong warriors and while he felt safe, he also knew there was a possibility that he'd be alone. Passing by the dark scenery with indifference, he felt rage course through him. Before long, Terryn sent them off on their own. He fixed his face to be some-what pleasant as he paused amongst Warren and Laurence.

The dark haired youth mentally reached out for Laurence or Warren but pulled himself back. No. He felt exhausted. Mentally, physically, and emotionally. That had become the norm for him now-a-days. With a single-hand he waved them good-night and strode back towards the Black Shields barracks. Ready to lay his weary head to rest.

He awoke heavy-lidded and drowsy. Sleep had not come easy—he had caught but two hours of it—and now he rebuked Terryn with a wrath unseen. Garbed in Black Shield attire, shortsword on his hip, and heater shield latched to his arm; Saewine found an empty table and while pretending to inspect it, found himself seated. His head lolled as he fought the heavy grip of the sandman.

Darkness took over as a blink became a three minute blackout. When he awoke again, he stood to his feet and rubbed his head furiously, his black eyes nothing but dull and heavy lead. “This is not the duty of a noble. I should still be asleep right now.” He muttered before cluelessly trailing away from his station.

While walking he paused at a beautiful portrait of Princess Erica. He instantly remembered that she was to be betrothed to a suitor that had not been found yet. He imagined it being himself. If I married Princess Erica than I could be free from this nonsense. I could return home and feel the breeze of my land's summer; the courtyard's dried leaves on my bare feet … The safety of Bloodworth Keep, not to mention the crown.

A still figure in the hall, Saewine found himself hypnotized by the image. “She's beautiful. I wouldn't mind dying for her … I suppose.”

Fatigue must be rambling my thoughts. He chuckled weakly.

W&T: FT RP!

Sable/ Reign will be backed-upped by slightly above average wizards. If you come up against one, feel free to beat em. I plan on making mock SU sheets for them anyway. They'll be short and simple, so no worries.

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@CorinTravenIndeed it could. A small fling perhaps? A lifetime friendship? or even an arranged agreement. I imagine your father would be keen on having Sae close to him for one reason or other.