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

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia sighed lightly then looked up to the trees. Very subtly, she signaled the little blue bird that she was nearly ready. Clara seemed to be like the leader of the group, so she was waiting for her approval of the idea of heading to a tavern. She took another step away from the others and leaned her back against a tree, sighing in exhaustion. She hadn't slept for what she thought was years when it had only been about four months since her last unconscious moment. She really didn't need to be in a large crowd right now... But if the others went to the tavern, she mught be able to sneak away to be with Hunter till nightfall.

Mayia flinched lightly in realization that she was showing weakness. She shook her head and took in a breath, tightening the blue scarf that tied her hair back. No weakness.... No danger... She kept that thought in her mind to keep herself awake and leaned against the tree again, replacing her sullen expression to high her exhaustion.

[classi]

Vethro walked closer, and layed a comforting hand on Daeron's shoulder. His eyes shone with concern, and when he began to speak his voice was rather vapid.
"If you do not want to tell me, then it is alright. I understand that some matters are best to be unspoken." He furtively sneaked a glance at the woods around them, then returned his gaze to Daeron. "We're all stressed, trust me. Some of us may be ebullient -" he paused to look around, then resumed talking, "but inside we all feel the same . . . I think." He removed his hand from it's sturdy grip on his guildmate's shoulder.

(( GTG, see you all tomorrow! ))

[Moved </3 D:]

( How can I jump in?! It went fast! O.O )

[Symphonia]

((@Sparrow- I know, right? I had to clean my room, sorry about not being here! O.O So, you could do something with your character before he runs off to meet the guild, probably.
And I made my posts long so they wouldn't seem short. Guilty XD))

The colors, music, and people were all mesmerizing to Clara; she was enjoying herself, and she was practically in her own world, as well. She snapped out of it, though, once her stomach growled once again; it was persistant all right. It was obvious that the guild should stop and take a break before exploring the festive city. She turned around, facing everyone with a sheepish smile upon her face. "Uh, yeah! Sounds good. To that tavern, then?" She offered, spinning around and taking a step forward.

When Clara realized that she had no idea where she was leading the group, a blush rose to her face. She tugged her ponytail nervously, facing her friends, or at least, she liked to think that they were her friends, once again. "Anyone want to lead? I'm not all that sure about where this place is..." She said, rubbing the back of her neck, a hopeful gleam in her eyes that someone would know exactly where the tavern was; she did overhear that somewhere had stayed there before, she thought.

[Toppyrocks]

((So I finally finished my character form after weeks, I was really busy. Still am. But I don't have the roleplay sample there. Would it be any roleplay sample of mine, and in-character sample, or can I use a first post as the sample?))

[Symphonia]

((@Toppy- no problem. I had to take a break last week because of all of my stress (: It can be a sample from anything you've done in the past for any RP, it can be in character if you'd like (: And, well, just make it at least a good paragraph, then you'll be good.))

[Moved </3 D:]

( Meh....I sort of have writers block right now. I'll just shove him out in the middle of the wilderness. )

Ero stood, his shaggy, dark brown hair falling over his face. Irritated, he brushed it away, his sudden movement sending a chipmunk skittering up a tree in panic. He sighed, scanning the area around him. He had been asleep, not for very long, but just long enough to be uncomfortably awoken in a strange position. He had wandered into the forest, for some sort of entertainment, or distraction. The landscape around him was beautiful. Deep shades of green, browns, and even some blues, shone in the sunlight that streamed through the canopy of thick leaves overhead. He yawned, rubbing his forehead, as if trying to start his mind up once more from sleep. "Huh." He muttered, his light blue, almost gray eyes narrowing with confusion. Where had his bird gone off too. Thinking about it...when was the last time he had seen her? He sighed deeply, annoyed at his own idioticness. He had forgotten about one of the one things that he cared for most in the world! Biting his lip, he sank down into a sitting position onto a nearby log. He took a few deep breaths, before putting his fingers to his lips, and letting out a shrill, high pitched whistle. At the sound, birds of all kinds, now startled, took to the air, their wings beating loudly in their panic. He leaned back against a tree's truck, waiting for his bird to come. Pita was good about coming when she was called.

(Sorry that was a total fail. T.T )

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia took that and the blue bird soared. "This way." She said in a reserved way, avoiding using long dialogue as she began walking with the blue bird overhead and Hunter following her from the shadows, hiding himself from the others as he wished. They were dealing with humans after all, and Mayia didn't trust other humans after the pain that was brought to her. Regardless of her being huma herself, she hated the race.

Crows flooded the streets of Hibagia. Merchants called and Mayia tried to avoid touching anyone, her staffs rattling on her back as they went through the many crowds that passed by. If the others were following or not, it didn't matter much to her, as long as she could get some time alone. She didn't consider these people to be friends... Just a slight security. She didn't have it in her to trust them in the least. Not yet...

The group finally came upon a large stone building, the place alive with music and laughter as well as the smells of fresh bread and meat that wafted on the air with every opening of the door as people entered and left the large, dark building. The Black Stone Tavern, named for the material the walls and cups were always made from. This seemed to be much better than she was told. She could see the stable just to the left of the building. It looked sturdy... Maybe Mayia could just hang out there with the horses... The thought was rather nice.

[Hobbit]

Daeron was slightly suprised at the distress in the other's eyes.
He instantly regreted his unfounded suspicions of the man.
"I thank you for you concern, and I did not mean any offence. It is only that I am a little foolish."
A small smile tugged at his mouth, and for once, he did not hold it back.
He was relieved, however, when another member took the lead.
During their march through the town, he enjoyed the sights and smells of the festival.
Although this town was not his home, it brought a feeling of homecoming to be within the hustle of the crowds.
As the guild passed through the city, he fell to the rear of the company.
He reached the inn a little behind the others, and took in the some-what familiar structure.
A slight pang of hatred stirred in his heart, but he smothered it quickly.
This was a new start and a new life. He must leave the old one behind him.

[astrocompass]

Verene looked up from her trailing finger as it wove across the sandy floor, someone had gruffly opened the door to the small room. She stole a glance up at the passing feet of those humans that walked above her along the bustling road, it was light and full of life that flowed to the sound of street performers and- "quit yer daydrem'n elf" he spat in a poor city cant. She was rudely yanked up to her feet, and the shackles around her wrists glowed with runes as she moved. She could now see the full damage to her clothes, the hem of her tunic had been dirtyed and ripped and her leggings had become frayed. she was yanked again, this time ment to send her sprawling but she kept her feet firmly planted as she turned her steelie gaze to the soldier. It was then that a second figure appeared in the doorway of her cell "Jupp, what do you think your doing?" his voice called with oily contempt. "gett'n yer elf for yez" the guard who was called Jupp said from behind her.

Verene took the moment to ram her shoulder into Jupp's diaphram, which forced him to stumble back a few steps. "oh, dear we can't have that can we" the man in the doorway said, his hand glowed purple for a moment and she felt her whole body stiffen with the magic. She glared at him with her hard eyes as he stepped forward, the mage was shaved save for a small pony tail on the back of his head. "we can't have our main attraction getting the better of us now can we" dearie" he said to her as he ran his fingers along her jaw and pulled back her hair revealing her pointed ears. She tried to jerk away but his magic held her fast, "tsk, tsk" he said again as ran his hand along her cheek again, "such a waste that you have to fight me, elf I may not give you over to the Queen then" he said again in a oily voice.