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Sorry for my absence. I'm back now but I go under a new name, Ambra. If you wanna RP with me again just search me up!
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Lumara laughed when Tihlas said what they would do after the horse race. The woman had something in mind, but it was just too funny and weird to actually tell him what she was planning. Yet, he said that they had no horses. Her smile faded and she frowned at him childishly, almost seeming as if she were about to cry. Her eyes were wide and eyes furrowed. She actually didn’t think that there wouldn’t be horses to ride… and it made her feel depressed. Her shoulders sagged and she returned to leaning against the wall. It’s so boring… she sighed, crossing her arms as neatly as she could and glowering ahead at the doorway. They had potential to have fun and it was ruined by reality.
”What can we do? We have no horses and if we steal some, we’ll get in trouble…” she told Tihlas. ”I mean, what else is there to do?” of course, she had gone dry for… what. The amount of time they had been running. Either everyone was afraid to actually exert energy in rutting around in the bushes, or she wasn’t trying as hard. Which meant that she would have to try harder. Lumara sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Well, at least she had her sight set on what she wanted to do… but that would mean leaving Tihlas out of the action. In her drunken state, she actually cared about leaving her drunk buddy behind. And she knew exactly what she was going to do to bring him along.
Her eyes darted back to Tihlas, and she grinned broadly. ”I suddenly have an idea of what we can do… and it involves the both of us…” she purred in a very seductive voice, walking over to her new friend and touching his chest. Her playful look had grown dark and her grin had become shady. There was no reason why Tihlas wouldn’t be getting the message. Her posture, the tone of her voice… it all signaled out her longing for someone to be in bed with her, even if it was just for the night. Maybe it was all going too fast; they could just borrow some horses from the Plegians.
No, Lumara knew what she wanted, and she didn’t want to ride stupid horses. Not now, anyway. And if she wanted to ride something, she could very well ride Caius. But Caius was sleeping somewhere where he wouldn’t catch the public’s eye. If he curled himself up enough he looked like a large brown rock. Perfect for blending in with the desert landscape. She attempted to grab his collar and bring him close, her smile becoming more and more mischievous. Lumara hoped that she hadn’t scared him away. If she had, she would have to search for someone else, probably drunker than Tihlas.
At least the Mend was working. He grunted, slight pain radiating across his body, until the green light at the edge of the staff faded. The Troubadour girl had been healing him with that staff, then. Talbot wanted to thank her, until that thief spoke up. She said something about his lute, how she knew where it was, and that he had to do something for her to get it back. At that, his anger flared—mind you, Talbot’s anger almost never got the hold of him. However, this thief woman was saying that she had something precious to him, and was keeping it hostage. His eyes blazed with an ignited fire as he glowered at her.
”Give. Me. My. Lute. Back.” he growled out the words through gritted teeth, his dark brows furrowing as he began to sit up again. Even though the Mend had worked, pain still licked up and down his spine as if someone had dropped burning oil on it. Wincing, he laid back against the bed and put an arm over his eyes. This arm had not been broken, but it was still sore from the impact of the water against his body. Yet, words still escaped his lips. ”If you don’t, I will hex you. Don’t test me.” Talbot was a sorcerer, yes, but he had one fatal flaw—he disliked using Dark Tomes. There was a reason for it, but he would never explain it to anyone.
His lute though. That was what was at hand at the moment. That woman with the staff didn’t understand what he was saying, and the woman that did had a heart as dark as Darrian’s. He removed his arm from over his eyes and scowled deeply at the two women. ”That instrument is dear to me. Give it back!” his voice cracked with pain at the end of his shout, but he was pretty sure that he got the point across. His eyes blazed at Misani and Aelitha. ”Naga help me, I’ll use your bodies as sacrifices for a summoning.”
Empty words, but still fearful ones. Talbot’s lute was something he held close to his heart, and the thief woman was keeping it hostage. He went to touch his head when he suddenly felt nothing but his skin on his scalp. Faltering, he stared at the Troubadour. ”… my… hair… where is it?” he gaped at her, horrified at the new discovery. Had… she shaved him bald? He had liked his hair the way it was! And now, he probably looked like some dumb pervert… it would take ages for his hair to grow back to that length again! Well, not ages, but it would certainly feel that way with people laughing at his baldness.
Looking up from his meal, the Exalt looked at his friend. The man had kicked his feet up and crossed his arms, seeming very comfortable in his position. He certainly wished that he could act like him, but surely men would talk of his inadequate behavior back at home. Darrian could not risk that, for his advisors would be even stricter with him. ”Don’t slump over when you eat,” they would scold as he leaned over his breakfast, ”A lord should not take on such an appearance when at his meals.” If I wanted to be treated like a child, I would have let my mother teach me proper behavior. he thought as he rolled his eyes.
”You don’t think that the disease has not spread naturally? That someone has been controlling it?” he questioned lazily, swirling the drink in his flagon and glancing down at the dull liquid. ”Maybe that’s the case, or it’s just coincidental. What matters is that I’m still here, and if there was someone manipulating the sickness, they have failed in their mission.” he chuckled, taking another bite of the meat and chewing on it ravenously. He allowed his eyes to travel over the room, eyeing his men as they enjoyed their meals and drinks. Darrian wanted to make sure that none of the soldiers did anything idiotic.
The innkeep came over and asked if they wanted something to drink. Darrian liked the fact that he actually took the time to bow. Yes, that pleased him. It was sad that not many other peasants performed the curtsy. ”I would love some more of this brandy.” he told the man, holding out his flagon. However, when Xanxus said that he didn’t drink a lot, he glanced at him in alarm. ”Innkeep, please, don’t listen to my good friend here. He seems to have some sort of fever.” he explained, looking rather grave. ”Get him some of that brandy you have. I’m sure he’ll love it.”
Darrian’s attitude had wavered a bit due to his drink. As everyone knew, he was a bitter, immature man who thought he deserved all of the power in the world. That one drink had made him calmer, mellower. The man clapped his hand on Xanxus’s shoulder, laughing a bit. ”Come now, you have to have a drink or two. It’s a nice form of stress relief.” he told the general, leaning a bit back in his seat.
”What can we do? We have no horses and if we steal some, we’ll get in trouble…” she told Tihlas. ”I mean, what else is there to do?” of course, she had gone dry for… what. The amount of time they had been running. Either everyone was afraid to actually exert energy in rutting around in the bushes, or she wasn’t trying as hard. Which meant that she would have to try harder. Lumara sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Well, at least she had her sight set on what she wanted to do… but that would mean leaving Tihlas out of the action. In her drunken state, she actually cared about leaving her drunk buddy behind. And she knew exactly what she was going to do to bring him along.
Her eyes darted back to Tihlas, and she grinned broadly. ”I suddenly have an idea of what we can do… and it involves the both of us…” she purred in a very seductive voice, walking over to her new friend and touching his chest. Her playful look had grown dark and her grin had become shady. There was no reason why Tihlas wouldn’t be getting the message. Her posture, the tone of her voice… it all signaled out her longing for someone to be in bed with her, even if it was just for the night. Maybe it was all going too fast; they could just borrow some horses from the Plegians.
No, Lumara knew what she wanted, and she didn’t want to ride stupid horses. Not now, anyway. And if she wanted to ride something, she could very well ride Caius. But Caius was sleeping somewhere where he wouldn’t catch the public’s eye. If he curled himself up enough he looked like a large brown rock. Perfect for blending in with the desert landscape. She attempted to grab his collar and bring him close, her smile becoming more and more mischievous. Lumara hoped that she hadn’t scared him away. If she had, she would have to search for someone else, probably drunker than Tihlas.
At least the Mend was working. He grunted, slight pain radiating across his body, until the green light at the edge of the staff faded. The Troubadour girl had been healing him with that staff, then. Talbot wanted to thank her, until that thief spoke up. She said something about his lute, how she knew where it was, and that he had to do something for her to get it back. At that, his anger flared—mind you, Talbot’s anger almost never got the hold of him. However, this thief woman was saying that she had something precious to him, and was keeping it hostage. His eyes blazed with an ignited fire as he glowered at her.
”Give. Me. My. Lute. Back.” he growled out the words through gritted teeth, his dark brows furrowing as he began to sit up again. Even though the Mend had worked, pain still licked up and down his spine as if someone had dropped burning oil on it. Wincing, he laid back against the bed and put an arm over his eyes. This arm had not been broken, but it was still sore from the impact of the water against his body. Yet, words still escaped his lips. ”If you don’t, I will hex you. Don’t test me.” Talbot was a sorcerer, yes, but he had one fatal flaw—he disliked using Dark Tomes. There was a reason for it, but he would never explain it to anyone.
His lute though. That was what was at hand at the moment. That woman with the staff didn’t understand what he was saying, and the woman that did had a heart as dark as Darrian’s. He removed his arm from over his eyes and scowled deeply at the two women. ”That instrument is dear to me. Give it back!” his voice cracked with pain at the end of his shout, but he was pretty sure that he got the point across. His eyes blazed at Misani and Aelitha. ”Naga help me, I’ll use your bodies as sacrifices for a summoning.”
Empty words, but still fearful ones. Talbot’s lute was something he held close to his heart, and the thief woman was keeping it hostage. He went to touch his head when he suddenly felt nothing but his skin on his scalp. Faltering, he stared at the Troubadour. ”… my… hair… where is it?” he gaped at her, horrified at the new discovery. Had… she shaved him bald? He had liked his hair the way it was! And now, he probably looked like some dumb pervert… it would take ages for his hair to grow back to that length again! Well, not ages, but it would certainly feel that way with people laughing at his baldness.
Looking up from his meal, the Exalt looked at his friend. The man had kicked his feet up and crossed his arms, seeming very comfortable in his position. He certainly wished that he could act like him, but surely men would talk of his inadequate behavior back at home. Darrian could not risk that, for his advisors would be even stricter with him. ”Don’t slump over when you eat,” they would scold as he leaned over his breakfast, ”A lord should not take on such an appearance when at his meals.” If I wanted to be treated like a child, I would have let my mother teach me proper behavior. he thought as he rolled his eyes.
”You don’t think that the disease has not spread naturally? That someone has been controlling it?” he questioned lazily, swirling the drink in his flagon and glancing down at the dull liquid. ”Maybe that’s the case, or it’s just coincidental. What matters is that I’m still here, and if there was someone manipulating the sickness, they have failed in their mission.” he chuckled, taking another bite of the meat and chewing on it ravenously. He allowed his eyes to travel over the room, eyeing his men as they enjoyed their meals and drinks. Darrian wanted to make sure that none of the soldiers did anything idiotic.
The innkeep came over and asked if they wanted something to drink. Darrian liked the fact that he actually took the time to bow. Yes, that pleased him. It was sad that not many other peasants performed the curtsy. ”I would love some more of this brandy.” he told the man, holding out his flagon. However, when Xanxus said that he didn’t drink a lot, he glanced at him in alarm. ”Innkeep, please, don’t listen to my good friend here. He seems to have some sort of fever.” he explained, looking rather grave. ”Get him some of that brandy you have. I’m sure he’ll love it.”
Darrian’s attitude had wavered a bit due to his drink. As everyone knew, he was a bitter, immature man who thought he deserved all of the power in the world. That one drink had made him calmer, mellower. The man clapped his hand on Xanxus’s shoulder, laughing a bit. ”Come now, you have to have a drink or two. It’s a nice form of stress relief.” he told the general, leaning a bit back in his seat.
Posting now.
As soon as I finish studying I'll post. A little ill tempered atm.
Better. Accepted.
Talbot waited for the thief to answer his questions when someone else came in. Her voice sounded very familiar... was this the woman that had saved him? If he were in a better situation, he would have laughed and joked about it, but he was under extreme pain at the moment. He ground his teeth and muttered a prayer under his breath, begging Naga to help make the pain go away. Perhaps he would have been better dead, instead of wrapped up like a corpse in bed. His brown eyes darted over to the healer woman as she told him what had happened. His heart plummeted to his stomach when she said his back had snapped. Did... that mean... no, it couldn't mean that he couldn't walk again. He had just moved. He was pretty sure that, if he had lost the ability to walk, he wouldn't have moved in the first place.
"I was... defending the rest from the army... and I led them to a cliff edge... the one I fell from..." he coughed. "It's obvious what happened next...
He looked away, toward the wall. There was nothing else to say. What could he say? He had blacked out soon after falling into the water. He didn't even remember getting here. But if the thief was there, then the rest of the Shepherds were there, and that meant he was safe. At least... he'd like to think of it that way... "My lute has to be here. It was on me when I fell. It's very important to me." he forced himself to speak louder now. The little guitar like instrument was one that he had for what seemed like ages. It was just as precious as his tomes. "Please tell me you fished it out."
"I was... defending the rest from the army... and I led them to a cliff edge... the one I fell from..." he coughed. "It's obvious what happened next...
He looked away, toward the wall. There was nothing else to say. What could he say? He had blacked out soon after falling into the water. He didn't even remember getting here. But if the thief was there, then the rest of the Shepherds were there, and that meant he was safe. At least... he'd like to think of it that way... "My lute has to be here. It was on me when I fell. It's very important to me." he forced himself to speak louder now. The little guitar like instrument was one that he had for what seemed like ages. It was just as precious as his tomes. "Please tell me you fished it out."
She's so mean. XD
Bump.
Erode, maybe Aelitha can check on Talbot and see Misani?
Bed, posted, and night!
Bed, posted, and night!
Lumara on the other hand wasn’t drunk. Yet. But, at the same time, she was not sober. Then again, when was she ever? She always had some alcohol in her belly. It made her feel nice, and she didn’t have to go and feel sad ever again. Sometimes the sadness leaked through and she felt a little depressed, but she would not fall into a deep, black pit. No, drink was the best. Everyone there should drink. She would get her hands around each and every one of them, including that little red head and that so called thief. She did her routine and went back to the counter to get some more rum, and brought it back. Yeah, she wanted to get drunk. Which would take a very long while, but it was worth it. Then she could sleep it off, one way or another.
The man went to get another drink himself, and arrived as soon as she finished hers. Now was the time that she drank faster than most men. Lumara went back and forth a few times, switching her drinks from brandy to rum to whiskey to gin and back to brandy. Maybe she shouldn’t have actually drank all of those heavy drinks at once, but before she finished her umpteenth flagon of whiskey, she was already intoxicated from the heavy blush that was on her cheeks. She grinned at nothing that was going on around her- not that healer woman that was drinking cider or that man with the golden hair. She was grinning at the feeling that the alcohol had given her.
”So!” Lumara barked at Tihlas, grinning wildly at him. The liquor was getting her hyper. She was excited, she wanted to go and do something before she crashed and she would have to drink again. But this whole place seemed like fun! Who cared if they were in the middle of the desert? They could ride horses that were built for tearing through desert dunes and standing against sandstorms! Of course, they had a good chance of breaking their necks… But that made it even more thrilling! Or maybe she could show Tihlas how to fly Caius. Yet, the wyvern didn’t like it when she wasn’t in control of his steering… She stared at him, trying to get her words in order.
”What’cha wanna do now, eh? There’s so many things to do! So many things to see!” her logical self told her that they were in the middle of the desert and they really couldn’t do anything, but her current self shoved that aside. They could still have fun if they tried hard enough! ”We can go and get on some horses and have a race or something.” she waited for his reply.
Talbot heard nothing, but then he heard something fall on the ground with a yelp. So, it was a person. His heart began to beat faster, and he craned his neck further. He had to see who it was. If it was some Ylissean soldier, he had to get away. But all he saw was a small and feminine figure walking toward him. From the look of the colors she wore, she seemed familiar… especially when she was up close and talking to him. Ah, it was the thief. What exactly she had stolen, he didn’t remember, but he remembered that she had stolen something from the group before the army showed up. The corner of his lip curled into a smirk.
”You learned something today. I’m not easy to kill.” he told her, but his voice was light and airy, even when he spoke with all of the energy he could muster. His body prevented him from laughing, and he coughed, placing his head back on the pillow and looking up at the ceiling. Everyone believed that he was dead… and they seemed to be having such a nice time downstairs. He could dully hear laughing and shouting, but the words were slightly laced with the effects of drink. ”My whole… body hurts… I look… I must look horrible…” she sure felt horrible. His eyes darted around the room, before he remembered something.
”My… my things…” he gasped, trying to sit up. Yet, his body lashed back against the bed, making him groan loudly in pain. ”Where… are my tomes..? My… my lute...?” those things were precious to him. Music was in his heart, and magic was in his soul. If he had lost all of those things… he wouldn’t know what to do. He could very well have bought a new lute and tomes, but they weren’t the same. All of this belongings were given to him at a very young age. ”Where… where are they?” his voice was beginning to get desperate, and he tried to sit up again. Pain struck him down again, and he panted, laying on his back and looking at the thief.
He couldn’t say anything else. He could only pray that his items were safe. Sure, he would understand water damage, but if they were lost? He wouldn’t forgive himself. Talbot breathed roughly again, grabbing his chest and beginning to pull back the bandages. ”Where… where am I? I don’t know where I am!” it was normal for a person to have anxiety when they woke up from a sleep like he had. But he was ripping apart his bandaging, and that was bad for him. They were there for a reason, but Talbot didn’t give a fuck at the moment. He didn’t know where this things were, and he didn’t know where he was.
Darrian had begun to pack up to leave for Ylisstol, but word from the capital reached him before he could disembark. A small outbreak had occurred in the city, leaving its victims crippled under the influence of fever and dehydration. He was warned not to go back to the city, to stay with Lantus and Xanxus, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He remained with his men and elite generals, deciding that it would have been boring by himself, anyway. That was why he was hesitant in actually leaving. If he had gone, he would have to suffer under many suggestions of marriage and how he was supposed to handle this war.
His men seemed weary of eating nothing but snakes and other desert creatures, so he decided that they should stop at one of the many desert villages that dotted Plegia. It wasn’t as if he actually cared for his men—they could go and die for all of he cared. He would just recruit others. But he was tired of eating disgusting, scaly things and believed that he deserved a good chunk of meat with some ale.
The Plegian inn was small, so some of his army had to eat and drink outside. Darrian was the first to get his order and the first to actually sit down on the bench. Then came the battle for who got their food first and who got to sit down inside. Darrian chewed roughly on the leg of goat he had received from the innkeep, washing it down with swigs of the alcoholic beverage he had ordered. Ah, yes, this was what he wanted. They could rest her for a day, maybe two, and he would be able to eat the good kind of meat. But, of course, he would once again resort to eating those snakes and lizards once they leave. Oh well, at least he could just appreciate the situation at hand…
The man went to get another drink himself, and arrived as soon as she finished hers. Now was the time that she drank faster than most men. Lumara went back and forth a few times, switching her drinks from brandy to rum to whiskey to gin and back to brandy. Maybe she shouldn’t have actually drank all of those heavy drinks at once, but before she finished her umpteenth flagon of whiskey, she was already intoxicated from the heavy blush that was on her cheeks. She grinned at nothing that was going on around her- not that healer woman that was drinking cider or that man with the golden hair. She was grinning at the feeling that the alcohol had given her.
”So!” Lumara barked at Tihlas, grinning wildly at him. The liquor was getting her hyper. She was excited, she wanted to go and do something before she crashed and she would have to drink again. But this whole place seemed like fun! Who cared if they were in the middle of the desert? They could ride horses that were built for tearing through desert dunes and standing against sandstorms! Of course, they had a good chance of breaking their necks… But that made it even more thrilling! Or maybe she could show Tihlas how to fly Caius. Yet, the wyvern didn’t like it when she wasn’t in control of his steering… She stared at him, trying to get her words in order.
”What’cha wanna do now, eh? There’s so many things to do! So many things to see!” her logical self told her that they were in the middle of the desert and they really couldn’t do anything, but her current self shoved that aside. They could still have fun if they tried hard enough! ”We can go and get on some horses and have a race or something.” she waited for his reply.
Talbot heard nothing, but then he heard something fall on the ground with a yelp. So, it was a person. His heart began to beat faster, and he craned his neck further. He had to see who it was. If it was some Ylissean soldier, he had to get away. But all he saw was a small and feminine figure walking toward him. From the look of the colors she wore, she seemed familiar… especially when she was up close and talking to him. Ah, it was the thief. What exactly she had stolen, he didn’t remember, but he remembered that she had stolen something from the group before the army showed up. The corner of his lip curled into a smirk.
”You learned something today. I’m not easy to kill.” he told her, but his voice was light and airy, even when he spoke with all of the energy he could muster. His body prevented him from laughing, and he coughed, placing his head back on the pillow and looking up at the ceiling. Everyone believed that he was dead… and they seemed to be having such a nice time downstairs. He could dully hear laughing and shouting, but the words were slightly laced with the effects of drink. ”My whole… body hurts… I look… I must look horrible…” she sure felt horrible. His eyes darted around the room, before he remembered something.
”My… my things…” he gasped, trying to sit up. Yet, his body lashed back against the bed, making him groan loudly in pain. ”Where… are my tomes..? My… my lute...?” those things were precious to him. Music was in his heart, and magic was in his soul. If he had lost all of those things… he wouldn’t know what to do. He could very well have bought a new lute and tomes, but they weren’t the same. All of this belongings were given to him at a very young age. ”Where… where are they?” his voice was beginning to get desperate, and he tried to sit up again. Pain struck him down again, and he panted, laying on his back and looking at the thief.
He couldn’t say anything else. He could only pray that his items were safe. Sure, he would understand water damage, but if they were lost? He wouldn’t forgive himself. Talbot breathed roughly again, grabbing his chest and beginning to pull back the bandages. ”Where… where am I? I don’t know where I am!” it was normal for a person to have anxiety when they woke up from a sleep like he had. But he was ripping apart his bandaging, and that was bad for him. They were there for a reason, but Talbot didn’t give a fuck at the moment. He didn’t know where this things were, and he didn’t know where he was.
Darrian had begun to pack up to leave for Ylisstol, but word from the capital reached him before he could disembark. A small outbreak had occurred in the city, leaving its victims crippled under the influence of fever and dehydration. He was warned not to go back to the city, to stay with Lantus and Xanxus, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He remained with his men and elite generals, deciding that it would have been boring by himself, anyway. That was why he was hesitant in actually leaving. If he had gone, he would have to suffer under many suggestions of marriage and how he was supposed to handle this war.
His men seemed weary of eating nothing but snakes and other desert creatures, so he decided that they should stop at one of the many desert villages that dotted Plegia. It wasn’t as if he actually cared for his men—they could go and die for all of he cared. He would just recruit others. But he was tired of eating disgusting, scaly things and believed that he deserved a good chunk of meat with some ale.
The Plegian inn was small, so some of his army had to eat and drink outside. Darrian was the first to get his order and the first to actually sit down on the bench. Then came the battle for who got their food first and who got to sit down inside. Darrian chewed roughly on the leg of goat he had received from the innkeep, washing it down with swigs of the alcoholic beverage he had ordered. Ah, yes, this was what he wanted. They could rest her for a day, maybe two, and he would be able to eat the good kind of meat. But, of course, he would once again resort to eating those snakes and lizards once they leave. Oh well, at least he could just appreciate the situation at hand…
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