The Knights of Rhodernia [Semi-Lit+Fantasy] CLOSED

[classi]

(( I'm very confused... where can Vethro jump in? ))

[Symphonia]

((Anywhere, really. We're all just really saying our character's views on Hibagia, really.))

[Mayiamaru]

(Everyone is just approaching Hibagia [I hope that was right XD] Chara is apparently hungry, Chex and Adrian are wondering where they will be staying, Elenwen is just... admiring the festival and Mayia is kind of off in her own world, about to suggest a Tavern [below]. You can come in there somewhere.)

Mayia looked over at Clara after hearing her stomach grumble lightly in hunger, Mayia having to stiffle a bit of an innocent giggle. Mayia thought for a while. She knew one place, but wasn't sure whether to suggest it or not. After about three seconds of thought, she decided on telling about the little place she knew. Taking in a deep breath, Mayia just decided to speak up. "Um... I do know about a nice tavern... I heard it was very nice. If you are hungry, I could locate it..." She said rather quietly, but just loud enough for the others to hear. Hunter was still in the shadows, watching wearily. Truthfuly, Mayia was horrible with directions, but Hunter was nearby and he could always send a little bird to lead the way. Mayia actually did hear about a tavern. The Black Stone Tavern. It was supposed to be a top rate eatery. I wonder if it is as good as those people said... She thought to herself, wondering as her expression hid her wonder and curiosity.

[Lady Mekka]

Jak strode along with the rest of the guild, holding the reins of his warhorse in his grip. He didn't mind crowds as much as a few of the others seemed to, but the bright flashes of color beaconing the seasontide did. It wasn't that he had anything against Spring, it was just the season that bees and yellow jackets started to awaken. He flinched away from a wavering flag as it came close to his face. It wasn't large crowds for him, or their noise. It was the promise of things coming too close for comfort that set him on a dagger's edge.
"You wouldn't happen to be talking about the Black Stone Tavern, would you?" he cordially asked Mayia, the woman from Marole. Jax butt his nose against Jak's back, gently reminding his master was still remembering he was there. "You wouldn't happen to know if they have stables?"

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia looked up at Jak nodded in response to his first question and shook her head at the second one, trying to avoid letting her soft side show. It took quite a bit for her not to smile at the horse that Jak mounted. "I'm not familiar with this town." She said, not seeing a reason to say anymore. Mayia wasn't particularily happy talking with anyone of the human persuassion. She preferred to talk to the animals, no matter how bizzare that seemed. It was evident in her evasive eyes that Mayia was uncomfortable standing so close to them. She took a step back and let out a breath so that she could relax again. She could feel Hunter's eyes on her as he laid in the bushes, consealed by the thick brush. She could tell that the bird was set. Everyone just had to agree with the desination.

[classi]

Vethro quietly released his merciless grip on the sword of Athren. He scanned his surroundings, barely noticing as his guild continued walking. He thought about the festival. What kind of food would they serve there? Perhaps, they would be expected to cook their own meals? Where would he and his friends stay?
Most importantly, he wondered how his horse was doing, and where the dark bay stallion would be stabled. A kind fellow of his father's aid had quickly obliged at the aspect of transferring Vethro's mighty horse, Destier, to the festival grounds. Vethro knew that the friendly man would care for his horse until Destrier came back into Vethro's possesion.
Vethro turned his head towards his friends, a silent promise echoeing in his head. He looked at Mayia, and saw he mouth slightly turned up. He sucked in a breath, and wondered what his guildmate was thinking.

[Hobbit]

"The Black Stone Tavern? Aye, it has a stable." Remarked Daeron suddenly.
Although he tried to make his voice sound friendly, there was a slight hint of bitterness to it.
He had slept in that stable once, chained to a post.
"Is that where we are headed then?" He asked the group in general. "I for one, would be glad of some food."
Glancing around the group, he found himself wondering yet again what had brought all these very different people to this guild.


{Eh, my posts look so small compared to all of yours.}

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Join the club XD))

Elenwen looked about and followed her companions at the end of the line, she wanted to join in with the fesavel not stop and grab a room. She could get one later, they weren't in a rush or they shouldn't be... should they? She sighed and scittered around in the back, constantlu checking over her shoulder to make sure no one followed them. She couldn't help but think they were being watched but she could be over cautious and often she was. She wasn't wearing her full plate and she couldn't help but think an arrow was going to fly into her back. She treaded lightly, almost making no sound.

[classi]

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. You speak with such an optmistic attitude." Vethro scoffed, his playful voice erasing any hint of spite. "And how, I ask, do you know that they have a stable?"
The question was meant to be quizzical, and Vethro really wanted to know the answer. He attempted to keep back a large and deep sigh, and, surprisingly, he succeeded. His eyes darted to and fro, studying his surroundings. The path twisted and turned like a snake, slithering through the green gatherings of trees.
Gracious, our guild seems to be very silent. He realized, stealing a glance at each of his friends.

[Hobbit]

Daeron nearly stopped dead in his tracks.
He sent a quick, sharp glance at Vethro, trying to ascertain why he asked.
Starting to walk again, he stammered, "I-I stayed there once."
He quickly added "I mean, I stayed at the inn, but I saw the stables."
He felt his face growing hot, he looked off to the side and tried to calm himself.
Still on edge, he toyed with his whip, which he wore coiled on his shoulder.
He braved a quick glance at each of the others, to see their reactions.