TheDookieNut

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Emilie had turned herself towards the back door, fully opening her bow. A decent aim and she could easily pierce an artery in his neck. She paused, watching carefully. She didn't trust him, none of them would. That much was clear. His behaviour was strange. No one was so friendly and open with strangers now. For all they knew, he could have been sick. He could have been hours from changing. He could even have friends.. It would only take one to kill the watch before they'd all be dead.

"Open your bag." Emilie spoke, stepping in front of Cameron and Annie. She chose to stand close to Nick, knowing that a shotgun still provided decent intimidation. "Show us what you have." Anyone would have done the same in this situation. She would help them all by finding out exactly what was true. "Pockets too. Empty all your pockets."

Winter's Child

What if he was wrong? What if it had all be coincidence? Roran would make a cool of himself and Ysabel would move out and back to wherever she was from. The stories would linger from her but would never reach his ears. Yet, if it was all true, by some slim chance, and he failed to do something, she'd be dead. He'd be punished by the gods, no doubt they'd return to punish him for his insolence. It all pointed to his suspicions, despite how unlikely they were. The way she healed Rannor, the sudden halting of the mountain storm- it all added up, surely. Magic had died with the gods too...

The blonde quietly ignored her question. How was he supposed to word it? He couldn't just say it.. He looked up and tried to find the words. He was grasping at straws however, struggling hard to find the strings and sentences he needed to express what he had suspected. Then, Ysabel changed her question. It was easier to answer.
"Nothing. I can't leave." He sighed and sat himself in the chair Derrin had been sat in all evening. "I will tell you that Andor is not safe. Nowhere the King touches is safe for you. Not Horngul, not Mathlas to the west. Not even the slave bays to the south." Quickly Roran lowered his voice. "Wherever the King has power, you're life is in danger. I can't leave this place, but you must go south. You must get to the Wastes and find the desert city."

The stories he'd grown up with spoke of a city hidden in the sands. It was a pilgrims challenge to find the city, to trust the gods and have them guide. The city was said to be surrounding an open temple. It was built high, solid marble walls, shining bright in the sun. It had no ceilings but instead sat open to the sky. There was no rain in this city but instead, underneath ran well hundreds of feet deep, filled with water that would keep them going for centuries. The legends told of the Gods Kings and Queens travelling to the city to determine their linage, their true place. In the centre of the temple was a pool. A ceremony would be performed and if the subject was truly one of Mirelda's children, the skies would open, raining down the water that would keep the city going.

Roran flicked his eyes back over to the door and paused. He held a hand up to silence Ysabel. He stayed quiet for some time before relaxing. He turned his eyes back to the woman and sighed slowly. He couldn't let her go.. Yet was she techincally a prisoner? He'd be punished, severely. Incredibly.. He brushed his hands over his forehead and tried to understand what he was supposed to do. Perhaps he was the only person alive who knew where Ysabel would be safe. Perhaps he was the only person alive who knew what she was.
"I can't come with you, but I can show you the way." He stood slowly and unlocked the door. He'd find her a sword and some food, money and a bag. Then he'd send her south, tell her she needed to trust herself when travelling the Waste. "I will walk you to the back gate, but i can't follow you out. I'm risking a lot letting you out, but I'm risking my life following you."

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Nah, she's okay, it's just training her.

Thanks! I'll be around as soon as they figure out what's wrong

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Sorry, I haven't been responding. Didn't get the response I was hoping for from the doctors and we've got a freaking new kid at work and I'm working 6-7 days a week 12 hours a day until she's trained.
Ill post soon,
I'm just too tired.

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Your finals are more important. Revision first. We can wait.

Winter's Child

It was a large surprise to hear a different voice than what he'd first expected. It wasn't soft and shivering from the chilled air, but instead it was dry, masculine and indicated a body already used to how cold the air was. Roran paused carefully. He'd need a reason to visit, and he wasn't quick with his wits. The blonde watched the door open to the face of one of the few people he would have been glad to see. Olivere was the last on his list, however, Derrin was and had always been somewhat kinder; at least in his eyes. He couldn't talk to Ysabel with Derrin by his side, not without risking his own life and hers. He looked up at the healer and tried to concoct a smile, something to make his visitation seem trivial.

Much to his surprise and relief, Derrin provided his trivial reason without thought. There were no orphan girls within Cannor, they usually ended up in the docking bays to the West, sitting on ships before they were fourteen. Roran tried to look even the slightest bit embarrassed, instead he pulled of a guilty look. He bowed his head for a moment and nodded.
"I'll see to it she's rested properly." He commented. Eyes glanced between Derrin and Ysabel, watching how still she seemed to lay. He flicked his sights back to his healer and elder, spotting Ysabel move in the corner of his eyes. He stepped aside from the door to allow Derrin to leave. The conversation and questions he needed to ask would have to wait until he was sure Derrin had moved from the door and disappeared upstairs. Neither of them were safe, keeping Ysabel's potential talents secret could easily be trialed as treason, despite everything.

Roran shut the door slowly, watching Derrin move away from the door. He pushed the wood hard against the stone and lifted the lock. The door shut and Roran waited. He needed to make sure she was safe. He paused, listening for footsteps. Nothing. The blonde turned and stood by the doorway. The exchange would be awkward, he was prying and assuming.
"Are you alright?" He asked, stepping further into the room. He wouldn't sit himself down without permission, he was already overstepping boundaries. The last thing he needed was to find out she'd been hurt or they'd force the truth out. Ysabel looked okay, healthy almost. Of course Roran was worried, it was certainly hard not to be. "I assume they do not know?" He asked, glancing back at the door. His voice did display an hint of his own confusion.

If it was all true, Ysabel was a fairy story, an ancient legend of the King's Before. She was not real... The Gods were dead, everyone knew that. Yet Ysabel was potential disproof. Why now? They'd been dead for so long, why did they choose to return now? His head hurt thinking about it. He wasn't a Seer, he couldn't talk to the Gods. There was no way he could ask them, not without going South; that trip would take months more than were available.

((Apologies for the length, I'm slowly getting my muse back.))

Bug or not?

I get a 30 second waiting time at the most and that's with one bar of wifi signal. It may be something your end

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

Feel free to post until I get back, not sure how long this slump is going to take.
Bad timing I guess

Soooo, what happened to Mahz?

I heard something about financial issues.

Mahz does have a life outside of the site like everyone else.
Best just to be patient and see what comes up. It'll be a suprise when it does

Running. Dead. Infected. (The Walking Dead/The Last of Us Style RP)

If I don't reply, feel free to post.

Well still be here when you get back. Have fun!