♥★Evanm7♥
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Post by ♥★Evanm7♥ on Mar 13, 2009 19:53:29 GMT -5
Richard looked out on the Battle School field. He laughed as one of the trannies fell over. Then he was silent as Sir. Rodney came over. Knowing what was to happen he turned towards the woods and walked in. Then, suddenly a opening appeared in the bushes and out came a man charging wildly, knife on hand. Richard pulled out his sword and with it, his anger."Go away" He yelled and swung his sword. Blood spaltterd over Richards face. There was a thunk thunk and two halves of the mans body fell to the ground. Richard stepped foward; in doing so he stepped on the mans knife. He screamed in agony as the knife point went strait through his boot. His last thought before he blacked out was "healer... please God send a healer
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Post by ♥★Evanm7♥ on Mar 14, 2009 11:54:34 GMT -5
Richard felt himself waking up. The knife was out. Someone was here.
He shrugged and tried to get up. He reasiled he was tied to a horse. Richard still felt his sword at hip but his hands were tied behind him.
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Post by kerythia on Mar 17, 2009 21:13:13 GMT -5
The light flittered into the small lean-to. Myrtle, who just got out of the dungeon, had decided to camp out in the forest, hunting her own game. It took her mind off of many things, as well as kept her busy. She was just about to hunt her lunch when a agonizing scream rang through the forest. Dawdling, she found the source of the eruption and dragged him back to camp. It was about noon now, and, with no cord long enough to tie around a tree, she tied him to the large bay she found wandering around yesterday, tying the horse to a branch. The smell of their lunch wafted through the air, a large bird of some sort and several batches of blueberries. The man she 'captured' seemed to be awakening. Leaving her food to roast, she strolled towards the man. "Hello, there. Are you hungry? Here, let me get those off of you." With caution, she sawed through the bindings, but still held his wrist.
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Post by ♥★Evanm7♥ on Mar 18, 2009 16:02:19 GMT -5
"Food! Did you say food! I want food!" Richard exclaimed "Wait a sec... who are you?" Richard couldn't let his extreme hunger get the better of him. He scrabbled for his sword but his hands were still tied.
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Post by kerythia on Mar 19, 2009 17:59:45 GMT -5
"Yes I said food." Myrtle held the man's wrist in the best iron grip she could muster. It worked. With her 'prisoner' under control, she gently pulled the sword away. It was one of those swords the folks around the battlegrounds used. With a firm assumption of a knight, she dragged him over to camp and put the sword in the lean-to. She let go of his hands, but tied it to another pole she had just dug in the ground before he woke up. The rope was loose, as to not cut off the man's circulation. Tending to the meat, the thief called over. "The food isn't ready yet. Wait a few more seconds. Once the meat's done, I'll unbind you, as long as you swear to God that you won't turn me in." Being he was from the Battleschool, Myrtle assumed, once more, than he knew of the little stealing incident. Her name was slowly spreading across Wesley Village. It was bound somebody at the fief's castle knew of it too. "I'm Myrtle. What is yours?"
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Post by ♥★Evanm7♥ on Mar 19, 2009 18:38:16 GMT -5
"Turn you in? What are you talking about? Although if I did know what was going on in I swear to God that I wont turn you in ." Richard said. He had no idea what this woman was talking about. All he wanted was foooooood! "Just give me my food!" "Oh, ands my names Richard." He said
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Post by kerythia on Mar 19, 2009 19:31:52 GMT -5
Feeling safe and confident once more, she tended to the food. It was done and ready to be eaten. "It's done!" she called and she took the food off the spit. It was more than enough to share between the two. She quickly unbounded Richard's hands and carved the meat. From the look in his eyes, he must have been starving. She quickly placed several pieces of meat on the crude plate and handed it to the man. With a snap, she dove into the little knapsack she carried around while thieving. Out came a bundle of dried seaweed, special from Gallica. "Here, eat this," and she tossed a few pieces to him. Chewing on a piece herself, they were nicely salted, and delicious. Hopefully, the knight-looking man didn't mind foreign food. Speaking of knight... "About what I'm talking about. As you swore to God, I think it is safe to tell you. I'm the local thief. What are you?"
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Post by ♥★Evanm7♥ on Mar 22, 2009 9:57:28 GMT -5
"I am the local Forester. Where did this delicious food come from?"Richard asked.
As he asked he was thinking'Local thief, hmmmm, I wonder where this will lead me.'
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Post by kerythia on Mar 22, 2009 15:21:56 GMT -5
She tossed her head back and laughed. "We're in the forest! I can somewhat hunt. The game here is large." She continued laughing with a smile nobody had seen for months. Myrtle chewed the rest of her food, while keeping the fire steady. "So, what brings you out here in the Redmont forest?"
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Post by ivory on Apr 10, 2009 17:57:01 GMT -5
Ivory kept to the shadows as she watched the two people before her. She'd grown up wary of strangers, having lost her parents and home to them years ago, and wanted to know their intentions. So she waited, ignoring the panic that was slightly building in her stomach as it always did when she was in the prescene of another, regardless if they saw her or not.
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Post by kerythia on Apr 12, 2009 16:38:32 GMT -5
Myrtle kept a sly eye on the moving shadows. Something seemed rather suspicious, as if somebody was watching them. Kerythia absolutely hated it when somebody was watching them, but even hated it more when that somebody was a knight ready to get her thrown in jail again. She had too many bad experiences with jail, and wasn't about to start now. With vivid motions, she threw her plate at the shadow. It hit a tree. Motioning a quieting hand to Richard, she called out, "Speak out, before I really do get a bow and shoot you."
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Post by ivory on Apr 13, 2009 17:35:19 GMT -5
Speak, or just disappear back into the shadows? She puzzled over the choices for barely a second, wrapping her fingers around the hilt of her blade at her side as she did so, before releasing it and stepping into the light. Her eyes took on a paniced gleam, flickering to her right and left as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Please. Don't hurt me. I didn't mean any harm. I-I'm only passing through and the smell of food..." she trailed off as her eyes flicked to the remaining morsels of the meal. She was ragged in appearance - her fingernails and cheek smudged with dirt and her hair left uncombed. Her clothes were almost threads in some places and torn in others, and easily added support to her words.
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Post by kerythia on Apr 25, 2009 20:31:09 GMT -5
Myrtle smiled and offered a welcoming hand to the stranger. "There is plenty of food to go around for everyone. Sorry about the precautions scuffle back there. It's a natural thing I do." She smiled willingly at the girl. "Don't worry, we are in the woods and I can always get more food. Come, the more the merrier." The thief stoked up the fire once more, cooking what game she had in a small bag in the lean-to. "So, what's your name?"
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Post by ivory on Apr 26, 2009 12:55:56 GMT -5
"T-that's okay,." She replied to the girl's apology with a nervous half smile.
She hesitated before sitting down and answering the other question as she reached for the food. "My name's Lizzie." Ivory lied, still wary of them despite their offering of food. She bit into the meat as if she were half starved, playing her role majestically, before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and asking, "What's yours?"
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Post by kerythia on May 15, 2009 21:11:47 GMT -5
(haven't replied in forever.)
Myrtle laughed heartily as she watched her hungry guest. "My name is Myrtle. You from here, or somewhere else?"
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