They look good so far! :)
I'll try to work on a post later on. I'm not feeling too great today, so I'll probably be really slow
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Gawain let out a startled yelp when he felt a hand catch hold of his shirt collar and tug him back down the alley away from the main road. He craned his neck to see who had caught him and found that it was one of the women he had observed by the side of the other road, and she didn’t look happy. She said nothing, but somehow her silence was more foreboding than any verbal threat. He pulled back against her grip in an attempt to break free, but suddenly remembered the possibility that she was a witch. Even if he got away, she could easily kill him with her magic. He swallowed and stopped struggling, deciding that it would be wiser to play along and hope that she would be merciful.
The white-haired girl dragged him over to the rest of her friends and finally broke her silence with a question, “Do those seem like the kind of embodiments of evil your kind is accusing us to be of?”
“Um…” Gawain said blankly. He wasn’t focused on giving the woman an answer, as his mind was still lingering on the fact that she had just revealed that she and her companions were in fact witches. If they were as powerful as the royal family claimed they were, then he was in very real danger. For a moment, he toyed with the idea of calling out for help, but he knew that even if he tried, the women could shut him up before the knights had a chance to step foot in his direction. He was trapped.
“We are not causing trouble to anyone,” the white-haired witch went on. “Our friend happens to be injured by one of those murderers you are glorifying for slaughtering us, while we were simply on our way to find a safe place to stay, where people won’t try to murder us just because we exist.”
Gawain’s blue eyes flicked between the girls until he found one with a bloodied leg, verifying that there was indeed an injury among them. “That’s a lot of information to give a complete stranger,” he said, shifting his weight uneasily and looking back at the witch whom had grabbed him. He couldn’t imagine that she would tell him all of that and simply let him walk away, but he had to try to reason with her anyways. He didn’t want to die on some side road in the middle of the night. “Look, I don’t know what happened,” he went on, holding up his hands in a gesture of innocence. “I have no part in the royal family’s witch hunt. I just deliver their food from a nearby farm. That’s all, I swear. Now, if you would just let me go, I’ll walk away and pretend this never happened, alright? I’ll go back to the farm and you can go back to… whatever it is witches do, okay?”
The white-haired girl dragged him over to the rest of her friends and finally broke her silence with a question, “Do those seem like the kind of embodiments of evil your kind is accusing us to be of?”
“Um…” Gawain said blankly. He wasn’t focused on giving the woman an answer, as his mind was still lingering on the fact that she had just revealed that she and her companions were in fact witches. If they were as powerful as the royal family claimed they were, then he was in very real danger. For a moment, he toyed with the idea of calling out for help, but he knew that even if he tried, the women could shut him up before the knights had a chance to step foot in his direction. He was trapped.
“We are not causing trouble to anyone,” the white-haired witch went on. “Our friend happens to be injured by one of those murderers you are glorifying for slaughtering us, while we were simply on our way to find a safe place to stay, where people won’t try to murder us just because we exist.”
Gawain’s blue eyes flicked between the girls until he found one with a bloodied leg, verifying that there was indeed an injury among them. “That’s a lot of information to give a complete stranger,” he said, shifting his weight uneasily and looking back at the witch whom had grabbed him. He couldn’t imagine that she would tell him all of that and simply let him walk away, but he had to try to reason with her anyways. He didn’t want to die on some side road in the middle of the night. “Look, I don’t know what happened,” he went on, holding up his hands in a gesture of innocence. “I have no part in the royal family’s witch hunt. I just deliver their food from a nearby farm. That’s all, I swear. Now, if you would just let me go, I’ll walk away and pretend this never happened, alright? I’ll go back to the farm and you can go back to… whatever it is witches do, okay?”
Okay! I'll get to work on my next post, so it should be done before you get up in the morning ^-^
Sure! That could be helpful :)
Gawain looked up at the moon as he walked. It was late enough now that the white crescent was clearly visible against the dark blue sky. He frowned and dropped his gaze back to the road before him. He still had a ways to go before he made it back to the farm. That cursed slow horse had kept him out far longer than he had expected, and now he risked being spotted by a patrol of knights. The night guards had little patience for anyone wandering the city past curfew and they would make no exceptions for him, even if he was only completing a job for the royal family. So, as he had no desire to spend the night in a cell, the farmhand quickened his pace and prayed that he wouldn’t run into any knights on his way home.
Unfortunately it seemed that fate was not on his side, however, because just a mere instant after Gawain began moving with haste he caught sight of a group of armored men stepping onto the main road from an adjoining path. In his surprise, he stumbled to a halt and then turned to duck into a nearby alley where he stayed still with his back pressed to the wall, listening for any signs that the patrol had seen him. Everything stayed quiet, and he let out an inward sigh of relief. It seemed that the knights hadn’t noticed him after all. He was safe… but now he needed to find another way back to the farm. With the main road being guarded, he couldn’t use it without getting caught. He peered down the far end of the alleyway, which opened up to another, smaller path. Perhaps he could use it to get past the patrol.
Gawain cast one more furtive glance over his shoulder and then headed down the alley towards the other road. When he got close, however, he heard something that made him slow to a stop. It sounded like a number of feminine voices speaking in hushed tones. He knit his brow and crept forward just enough that he was able to look around the corner and find out who the voices belonged to. As he did this, he was able to see a small group of young women standing on the side of the road. His breath caught in his throat and he quickly moved deeper into the alley again when he recalled Simon’s warning about witches. If these girls were magic-users, they would be far more dangerous than the knights on the other side of the alley... Gawain paused as another thought crossed his mind.
If he reported the strange women to the knights, then maybe they would be too distracted to question why he was out so late. He could turn in a few probable witches and get back to the farm without a hassle. Besides, the royal family was offering a reward for the capture of any witches, so if the girls really were magic-users, he could earn a profit off of their imprisonment. His lip tugged upward in a smirk. The prospect was too tempting to resist.
Gawain turned around to go back through the alley and find the knights.
Unfortunately it seemed that fate was not on his side, however, because just a mere instant after Gawain began moving with haste he caught sight of a group of armored men stepping onto the main road from an adjoining path. In his surprise, he stumbled to a halt and then turned to duck into a nearby alley where he stayed still with his back pressed to the wall, listening for any signs that the patrol had seen him. Everything stayed quiet, and he let out an inward sigh of relief. It seemed that the knights hadn’t noticed him after all. He was safe… but now he needed to find another way back to the farm. With the main road being guarded, he couldn’t use it without getting caught. He peered down the far end of the alleyway, which opened up to another, smaller path. Perhaps he could use it to get past the patrol.
Gawain cast one more furtive glance over his shoulder and then headed down the alley towards the other road. When he got close, however, he heard something that made him slow to a stop. It sounded like a number of feminine voices speaking in hushed tones. He knit his brow and crept forward just enough that he was able to look around the corner and find out who the voices belonged to. As he did this, he was able to see a small group of young women standing on the side of the road. His breath caught in his throat and he quickly moved deeper into the alley again when he recalled Simon’s warning about witches. If these girls were magic-users, they would be far more dangerous than the knights on the other side of the alley... Gawain paused as another thought crossed his mind.
If he reported the strange women to the knights, then maybe they would be too distracted to question why he was out so late. He could turn in a few probable witches and get back to the farm without a hassle. Besides, the royal family was offering a reward for the capture of any witches, so if the girls really were magic-users, he could earn a profit off of their imprisonment. His lip tugged upward in a smirk. The prospect was too tempting to resist.
Gawain turned around to go back through the alley and find the knights.
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Sorry for the wait. I was busier than I expected to be
Sorry for the wait. I was busier than I expected to be
“It doesn’t matter how late it is. If they’re paying for you to deliver the goods, then you’re going to deliver them,” the old man stood with his arms crossed, glaring down at a young farmhand who was lying in a pile of hay in the stables.
“But it’s almost nightfall,” Gawain complained obstinately. “Surely the royal family can wait until noontime tomorrow. Why the sudden rush?”
“They most certainly cannot wait,” the old man replied sternly. “The messenger said that they need the food tonight in order to prepare it for a banquet tomorrow.”
“They couldn’t have given us more of a warning?” Gawain mumbled. “It would have been nice to know about this banquet three days ago rather than the night before the event.”
“The king and queen have been busy,” the old man sighed. “They’ve had their hands full with those troublemaking witches. We’re not exactly a high priority on their list right now.” He shook his head and turned to walk out of the stables. “Just get up and go make the delivery. Everything is already bundled in the cart. The only thing you have to do is hitch up the horse and bring it to the palace.”
“Fine,” Gawain climbed to his feet. “I just hope the royal family gets rid of those witches soon. I hate making these late trips.” He stretched tiredly and opened the horse’s stall to bring the animal over to the cart that had been prepared outside. Once everything was properly arranged and the horse was in place, he set out.
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Gawain tugged on the reins of his horse in an attempt to make it move faster as he walked down the road. He wanted to finish the job as quickly as possible so he could get back to his makeshift bed in the stables before the sun disappeared over the horizon. Unfortunately, however, the animal didn’t seem to share his desire. It trudged slowly along the road in complete disregard of the farmhand’s pestering. No matter what he did it refused to hasten its sluggish pace, so after a while he gave up and resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to be home before nightfall. He just hoped he wouldn’t run into any patrolling knights so he wouldn’t have to stop and explain why he was out so late.
When he reached the palace, Gawain was relieved to see that there was already a servant waiting outside to receive the delivery. At least now he didn’t have to worry about seeking someone out to take the cart. He approached the man and dripped his head in a curt greeting, “I was sent by Simon to deliver food for tomorrow’s banquet.”
The servant stepped over to peer inside the cart, “Everything seems to be in order.” He turned to Gawain and held out a pouch of coins, “Here is your payment.”
“Thank you,” Gawain took the money and handed the reins over to the man. “Just bring the horse and cart back as soon as you can.”
“I can have them both returned to you within three days,” the servant nodded. “Have a good night, sir.”
“The same to you,” Gawain dipped his head again and turned to walk down the road. With that, he was on his way back to the farm and, more importantly, to his bed.
“But it’s almost nightfall,” Gawain complained obstinately. “Surely the royal family can wait until noontime tomorrow. Why the sudden rush?”
“They most certainly cannot wait,” the old man replied sternly. “The messenger said that they need the food tonight in order to prepare it for a banquet tomorrow.”
“They couldn’t have given us more of a warning?” Gawain mumbled. “It would have been nice to know about this banquet three days ago rather than the night before the event.”
“The king and queen have been busy,” the old man sighed. “They’ve had their hands full with those troublemaking witches. We’re not exactly a high priority on their list right now.” He shook his head and turned to walk out of the stables. “Just get up and go make the delivery. Everything is already bundled in the cart. The only thing you have to do is hitch up the horse and bring it to the palace.”
“Fine,” Gawain climbed to his feet. “I just hope the royal family gets rid of those witches soon. I hate making these late trips.” He stretched tiredly and opened the horse’s stall to bring the animal over to the cart that had been prepared outside. Once everything was properly arranged and the horse was in place, he set out.
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Gawain tugged on the reins of his horse in an attempt to make it move faster as he walked down the road. He wanted to finish the job as quickly as possible so he could get back to his makeshift bed in the stables before the sun disappeared over the horizon. Unfortunately, however, the animal didn’t seem to share his desire. It trudged slowly along the road in complete disregard of the farmhand’s pestering. No matter what he did it refused to hasten its sluggish pace, so after a while he gave up and resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to be home before nightfall. He just hoped he wouldn’t run into any patrolling knights so he wouldn’t have to stop and explain why he was out so late.
When he reached the palace, Gawain was relieved to see that there was already a servant waiting outside to receive the delivery. At least now he didn’t have to worry about seeking someone out to take the cart. He approached the man and dripped his head in a curt greeting, “I was sent by Simon to deliver food for tomorrow’s banquet.”
The servant stepped over to peer inside the cart, “Everything seems to be in order.” He turned to Gawain and held out a pouch of coins, “Here is your payment.”
“Thank you,” Gawain took the money and handed the reins over to the man. “Just bring the horse and cart back as soon as you can.”
“I can have them both returned to you within three days,” the servant nodded. “Have a good night, sir.”
“The same to you,” Gawain dipped his head again and turned to walk down the road. With that, he was on his way back to the farm and, more importantly, to his bed.
Okay! :)
I'll get to work on an IC post in about an hour or so. (I have a few things to do first)
I'll get to work on an IC post in about an hour or so. (I have a few things to do first)
Gawain Collins
Age: 20
Short bio: Working for a grumpy old man who sells crops and livestock to the royal family, Gawain has spent the last three years of his life living on a farm. He never went out of his way to snag a better job or make any sort of name for himself. He lives the life of a simple man, and he enjoys it that way. As far as he is concerned, he has no special or outstanding qualities that make him different from anyone else. And so, he never expected that fateful day when he would encounter one of the king's wanted witches.
Age: 20
Short bio: Working for a grumpy old man who sells crops and livestock to the royal family, Gawain has spent the last three years of his life living on a farm. He never went out of his way to snag a better job or make any sort of name for himself. He lives the life of a simple man, and he enjoys it that way. As far as he is concerned, he has no special or outstanding qualities that make him different from anyone else. And so, he never expected that fateful day when he would encounter one of the king's wanted witches.
I'll have my CS finished soon :3
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