✶Mirecroft✶ A Medieval/Fantasy RP (Accepting!)

[MetaknightFan1]

Emily sighed. "I'm trying to learn, I have a few books I got from my uncles study before they kicked me out. But it's very hard to study when you're busy all day and you live in an alley." She rested her chin on her hand.

Avila smiled. "I think so. Yeah, gotta get herbs for the chef for tomorrow's dinner." She started striding towards it. "You know, normally there's this little girl who does all the shopping for me. She stands at the front, but I didn't see her today." She sighed.

[MrMoomanTheCow]

Olóric Masdark
Age 53
Place Mourning Dove
Tagged Emily

He nodded, remembering back when he was first learning. "I didn't even have any books to study from, it was all testing and experimenting. I ended up moving to a cottage in the forest so I could practice in peace." He said, stroking his beard.

[MetaknightFan1]

"Wow..." She stood up when she remembered she was supposed to be sweeping. "Sorry, I've gotta work. I want dinner tonight." She smiled and picked up her broom, and started sweeping again.

[amithethird]

"Yeah, I think I've seen her around too," Hector said, "Maybe she's running errands for someone else today."
There had been times where he'd contemplated asking the girl to go get something for him, but he hadn't wanted to bother her. After all it was his task to do the shopping, not someone else's. He wasn't a nobleman. It wasn't his place to have other people do things for him.

[MrMoomanTheCow]

Olóric Masdark
Age 53
Place Mourning Dove
Tagged Emily

Olóric nodded, leaning back against the wall watching her work. After a few minutes he yawned quietly, and fell asleep with his head against the wall, and his hood covering his eyes.

[Wolfsabre]

(Okay...NOW who is free to talk to? XD And preferably where they are/doing as well.)

[Smite]

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Eve as always was in a terrible mood that no one could easily get her out of, even Martha couldn't do it and nor' could her dog Jillian. She was searching around the woods as she had finished baking the pies that Martha had told her to bake, as Eve walked through the woods letting the branches and twigs snap underneath her foot she could feel the slight breeze from the east against her face. It had felt nice to smell the outside instead of the flour that she couldn't take much more of, as she was around it all day and wouldn't ever get a break from it as she had owed Martha. She sighed as she flicked a piece of black hair away from her face gently, she truly hated her hair as it always got in the way of everything. As she observed her nearby surroundings she saw a log that had lots of scratches and wood chips poking out, she walked towards it and gently observed the scratches and wood chips. It looked as if someone had been hacking at it with a weapon, although she was now more cautious she sat on the log and felt it's texture as she ran her hand on it. Eve looked away and then thought of how this boring and stupid day would go.

[MetaknightFan1]

Emily finished sweeping and put the broom back. She noticed the man was asleep. She shrugged and stood behind the counter. She was a bit worried because Gale wasn't back yet, and she couldn't run the Mourning Dove like Gale.

Avila picked out a few herbs and payed. "I almost always use her. Gives me time to do things..." She thought of what she normally did. Usually, it consisted of stealing things or dozing off. She pushed those thoughts away and looked at her list.

[amithethird]

Hector collected the herbs and things he needed and paid the shopkeeper. He put them in the bag with the vegetables.
"What kind of things?" he asked.
He glanced at the bookstore nearby and wondered how long it would take him to find that spell book. He knew exactly where it was, but he didn't want to delay too long. He certainly couldn't have someone follow him in. It would be bad if someone caught him buying a book of magic in a kingdom where it was outlawed.

[Wolfsabre]

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The forest was still, as if holding its breath. The birds were silent, the leaves sat lifeless on the ground and there was no breeze that shifted the leaves above. The leaves were still lush and green, and little light shone through, for the leaves were packed together, making the woods seem almost cave like. The absence of light cast shadows on every inch of the forest floor. This was the perfect situation for the man.

Ameron's messy, black hair was plastered to his face. The rain had just ended, making the ground mushy and wet. His brown eyes were cast downward, making sure his leather boots did not snap a twig or kick a rock. But even more important, he was keeping an eye on the hoof prints that were sunk into the ground. He was thankful for the rain. The deer's tracks were easy to follow.

He saw the owl before he heard it. The snowy white owl had learned by now not to sneak up on Ameron. Ameron was always startled by the large bird, seeing how silent the creature can fly. "Hello, there," he whispered, stroking the bird's chin. Ameron is not a happy boy. He hates the world, and everyone in it, but he was quite fond of the bird, despite his intense hatred for animals. "Help," he whispered. The bird, knowing the command, flew ahead, using it's heightened senses, the bird directed Ameron towards the deer.

Ameron was dead silent as he made his way through the brush. Ducking under a log, he took his bow off from his back, and reached for the quiver that was strapped there as well. Knocking an arrow, he pulled the string back to his ear and crouched. He narrowed his eyes, keeping the string rigid. The deer stood about twenty feet away from him, biting an apple off a tree, shaking it's tail. It suddenly froze, it's ears flicking foreword, it's head shooting up.

Ameron let the arrow fly. It sliced into the deer's skin and the deer grunted in pain and ran off into the woods. Ameron sighed and lowered the bow, shaking his head. The doe was already gone. There was no way he would be able to catch up. He then heard a sound behind him, another doe maybe? He quickly drew the arrow, spinning around, ready to fire, when he froze. There was a girl. He frowned, lowering the bow and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing out here?"