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

[classi]

(( Ello, knights! I had field day at school today, so I am completely exhausted! And my muse took a short vacation. My writing skill went with it. ))

[Lacy]

((@Symph: Ha, thanks. It sure is annoying when it does that.
@Lady: I am so, so sorry to hear about the divorce. I hope everything turns out okay for you. I send my prayers and good wishes.))

Adrian Mallobourne of Albava

Oh god... Magic. Adrian's inquisitive gaze quickly turned sour as he snapped his hazel eyes down to the ground. He hated magic. Hated it. Elenwen had zapped whatever that was the girls were looking at into oblivion with what seemed like a simple muttering. Who knows what that could do to a person; combust suddenly into an erie green flame without even a chance to defend yourself? Uh-uh, noooo thank you. With a shudder, Adrian tried to compose himself, and plastered on a disaproving expression to hide his sudden fear. He sure wasn't going to run a chance of making Elenwen angry with him due to his spying, so Adrian then heaved himself up off of the ground, dusting off his legs as he did so. Quin took this chance and alighted from the tree, coming to land on his master's shoulder - the bird's eyes continuously remaining glued upon the strange falcon ahead of them.

As Adrain came up to the two, he shook his head and glanced out of the corner of his eyes at a few people walking past. "Are you crazy?" he hissed in a voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what you two are doing, but what if somebody saw that?" He then glanced at Clara as if to say "you should know better.." even if she wasn't the one who conjured up a fireball. "What are you doing anyway?" Of course, he could've scared the little "spy" right off, but he didn't seem to think the bird was that big of a deal.

[astrocompass]

Verene, the fallen of Sibisis

Verene could feel the sun, on her shoulders its rays were welcome to her now clamy skin. The burlap strap that had been tied around her head scratched her ears, almost painfuly and she used it to ignore the throbing in her head that she assumed was the after affects of whatever they had used to drug her.

She shifted her vision back to her captor, the guard had called him the Magisterthe languange sounded like some half-forgotten memory but she couldn't put her finger as to what. She bared her teeth at him in a feral guesture that could scare off wolves, her pointed incisors glinting harshly. She had always thought that humans got their myths of things they called vampires from elves, but she still wondered how they came up with the idea of drinking blood.

"don't bother" the Magister said running a slim fingered hand across one of her high cheeks "we need someone to blame for these. dissapearences." he crooned. Verene moved to ram her shoulder into his collorbone, but the mancles glowed purple and she could feel it eat into her skin like acid. She gasped slightly, she could feel ribbons of scarlet tracing her wrists and she bared her teeth against the sting. "thats right, just kept your dignified quiet" the Magister said jerking her long "you shall regret this" she hissed past her teeth. suddenly she could hear the sounds of celebration and color flooding her vision like a great wave. Jugglers and street performers brought smiles from the stoic faces of travelers, and something that looked like a mock fight on horses was happening near the center of the crowd.

Her tase of the city was cut short when another jerk on her arm brought her to a small circle slightly raised above the main street, where one could stand and command the attention of the entire city from the pedastool. the Magister looked back at her and alram flashed in her eyes when she realized he was grinning. "lets show the city the something they can blame for their missing loved ones" he said so close to her ear she could smell the scent of sweat and underthat blood mixed with something far more vile. He half dragged her up the stone steps until she was one step below the top where he stood at a podium and called out in a voice made louder with magic. "People of this city of Scholors" he called using the city's pet name "gather here for we have something to tell in the name of the Queen" he finished letting the words hang in the air. to Verene it was as if he had woven a noose for her throat with those words.

[Hobbit]

Daeron sat in silence, enjoying the flavor of the ale. Black Stone's ale was nearly the best of his experiance. He tried to be aware of every person in the tavern, but as more people came in they brought him more confusion. In the end he gave up, focusing merely on those near him and Vistrana.
He glanced at his companion briefly, averting his eyes almost immediately. With increasing frequency over his membership in the guild, he began to wonder what had drawn each of these people to the guild. Hatred for the Royal Guard seemed to be the main reason. Yet none of the members seemed to fully trust any of the others. This weakness, he mused, could easily lead to their defeat.

{I'm rambling}

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

Elenwen looked up at the bird, cocking her head form one side to the other, trying to get a better look at it. It wasn't a natrual bird Elenwen knew that, and a lot about unnatural things. She couldn't help but think the creature wanted something, or needed something. She walked over and stared the creature in the eyes, she held no fear for the strange gold colour. She looked straight at it and spoke softly, melodiously, "Are you going to speak my winged friend?" she asked, holding her arm out for the bird. She didn't know if the bird was friend or foe, or better if its master was. She looked down at the creature hoping it would give them a clue or the owner would reviel him or herself.

[Moved </3 D:]

Ero

Pita studied the situation for a few seconds. The first girl, stood staring at her, and the second, was holding her arm out for her to hop onto. She felt a pulse of longing, to be back with her Master, but then pushed it away. Maybe these girls could help Ero. If so, she needed to find out more about them. If they were friendly, that was good. She let out a small cry, an almost whimpering kind of noise, and she moved forwards gracefully. She flashed out her wings, and thrust out her talens. At last second, she spread her claws wide, to avoid hurting the girl. She settled herself onto the arm, glancing from the first girl, to the one she was perched on.

Ero paced. He was not good at waiting. He turned on his heel, walking back the way he had just come. Why was Pita taking so long? Could she be in trouble? A million thoughts of torturous things that could or couldn't have happened to his bird sprung into his mind, leaving him anxious and edgy. He shoved the thoughts away, rubbing his hands together in annoyance at his own imagination.

He flexed his shoulders, leaning back against a tree. He went over the things he knew in his mind. First, a fellow elf was being imprisoned. Second, he wanted to get whoever it was out. Third, he needed help. And fourth, Pita still wasn't back.

[Toppyrocks]

Vistrana finished off her snack a minute later and brushed the crumbs off the table. She rearranged her position to leaning one elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand, which was slightly more comfortable. While Vis wasn't particularly fond of senseless chatter, she also wasn't best friends with awkward silences. And this was turning into a bit of one. Plus, it would do to get to know the guild members a bit more.

Finally after a few more minutes of finding the best way to start a conversation, she finally spoke. "So... What was your life like, before, well." She said, not wanting to give away anything to people around them. They would have to be careful. "Oh, you don't have to answer completely if you don't want to." She added in a near whisper, hinting at the fact that anything really important he didn't need to say with so many people around to eavesdrop. What Vis really wanted to know was just a bit about him and to get friendlier, not to know every important fact right now.

((Just a quick question/ favour, would anyone be interested in reading my three-sentance intro for a short story and telling me if it was complete rubbish or actually intrigueing?Hey look, I can't spell either...))

[Moved </3 D:]

( I'd love too. )

[Hobbit]

{I would love to, if you would like.}

Daeron shifted a little, as if suddenly finding his seat uncomfortable. "Oh, I've done lots of things...until reccently I was in a troop of traveling acrobats. It is a good life, if you like to be on the move all the time. Money is scarce though. The group was broken up several months before I met you. Among other things, we couldn't make a living to eat." Not with the new taxes, he wanted to say, but that was unwise. He had noticed her caution. Vistrana was hardly overreacting. Towns were dangerous.
"What about you?" He asked, looking up at her again. It was the oprotunity he had been hoping for, to talk with another member, to learn something of this strange group.

He glanced around yet again. The assasian doubtless had friends, and they were close by. When he did not return, they would become suspicious. He shook his head slightly. They were fools, all of them. They had let Vethro undefended, Mayia was likely in the stable, Clara and Elenwen were outside, the guild was scattered. At this rate, a few good fighters could come in and pick them off, one by one.

"Vistrana, I think we should find the others." He muttered, speaking so low that she would only just be able to understand. "We should not be scattered like this."

[Mayiamaru]

(Alright... I've been able to follow everything, but I'm not sure how or where to bring Mayia back in.)