Raising a rebellion (Medieval fantasy Closed)

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Mikayla|Female|Civilian|Tagged: Elora

Mikayla had to stop herself from kicking the princess down. She was used to fighting unfair, and she could see how so many people died fighting honorable. Much harder to win a fight without a few kicks to the groin or anything clever. She stepped away from Elora, the sword vanishing. "Assuming you had no training prior to this, you did well. It's getting late, so we should stop now. Ask someone in whichever group your in to help you with defensive moves." she said, unaware that she and Elora were in the same group. "Hopefully I'll see you later." With everything said and done she walked back to the inn. She stopped at the armoury and took a gambeson, then walked to the inn. She was hungry, but didn't want to risk feeding on anyone, besides it wasn't like she had gone without blood before. She had enough money for a room, so she paid for it. She walked into the room, tossed her gambeson and sword onto the ground and crashed into the bed, her back thanking her. After a few minutes she stood up and sorted her equipment out, sharpening her sword and dagger while thinking over the day.

[RoselynBlackThorne]

{ P R I N C E S S ~ E L O R A [royalty - resurrected] - Tags: Mikayla }

... The girl blinked as she watched Mikayla walk away.
Looking down at her daggers, a faint yet relieved smile showed on her face from thinking about the other girl's words. She put the daggers away, deciding to head inside and go to bed.

[Fenrhys, Wolf Queen]

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Harpy , Female , 15 , Crush: N/A
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I stumble forwards about to fall, but I feel someone catch me and pick me up. I hear the voice of a girl telling me to not move and that she would take me to the whisp.
I let out a soft sigh my head still a mess everything completely blurry and spinning as I am carried not hearing the rest of the the





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Banshee , Female , 17 , Crush: N/A
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I walk over to the dizzy female and pick her up cradling her in my arms, "Do not move" I whisper to the female, she was pretty light. I walk back towards Aiden and say, "I'll take the girl to Emilia, you should go find the rest of our group. I will catch up after."
I then turn and walk out the door looking around for any signs of Emilia.
Finally spotting her I approach her quickly, "Emilia." I call out, careful to keep a firm control on my voice.





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Demi-Seraphim , Male , 17 , Crush: N/A
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Nodding at Lexi, I walk outside of the hall looking for my group. Where were they again?
Deciding it may be easier to fly, I take to the skies keeping low enough to see everyone who was preparing for battle. I fly swiftly, the wind ruffling my hair and feathers.

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Demon , Female , 560 (16 human years) , Crush: N/A
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Hearing my sister scream, I realized she was in a rage again. I breeze in through the door leaning on the nearby wall, "You alright there sister?" I ask the female in a calm tone, "Going on about that Vaxas fellow again?"
At the wall I cross my arms waiting for my sister's response.

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Demi-Demon , Male , 574 (16 human years) , Crush: N/A
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I quietly follow Sylva in standing guard by her, watching the two sisters talk. If my memories served correctly, I had heard Princess Amelia speak of a spy not reporting back. Was the royal family in need of a spy in the rebellion's camp? If so, I would volunteer if she asked, Sylva would not mind if I did. I knew that she also wanted some spy intel so she could advance her armies to flush them out.
As much as I hated to admit it, they were a threat to the entire demon kingdom.

[allium]

Name:Dakota
Gender: Male
Rank: Civilian
Condition: Healthy
Mood: Annoyed
Location:Training grounds
Speaks too:Captain A

Dakota tried not to glare at the Price as he chuckled, and he looked away in a mix of irritation and embarrassment. He looked back with one eye brow raised at the Prices nick name for the commander, "...Vaxy?" He said incredulously, his ears slowing falling back as the price suddenly drew close to him, offering him help with his packing. "I think I'm good.." He said, taking another step back, feeling slightly relieve as Captain A dragged the Price away. He couldn't decide how he felt about having to work with the Prince, he couldn't figure out if he was actually trying to flirt, or if the Prince was just mocking him. He shifted a bit, shooting an actual glare at the captain as she refereed to him as 'antlers'. "Well, I'm going to go now...I suppose we meet back here in the morning?" He asked.

Name:Cory
Gender: Male
Rank: Civilian
Condition: Healthy
Mood: Nutral
Location:Training ground
Speaks too:N/A

Cory watched Adelaide and The Wisp go for a moment, and then noticed both Akiria and The commander had also made their leave. He looked around, watching as the last people started leaving the training area. He stood still for a moment,his smile slowly fading off into a neutral expression. After a moment, he blinked a bit, coming out of his daze and turning to walk back to the park. His pace was slow, he was in no hurry after all, there was no one and nothing waiting on him. Even at his slow pace, he was back at the tree he had been napping under that morning all too soon. He flopped down under the branches of the tree, pulling his bag over his head and setting it beside him as he stared off into the setting sun. Before long the sun was gone, and he leaned his upper torso back against the tree's sturdy trunk, his lower Quilin half laying on the soft grass as he continued starring off into space as stars began to appear in the night sky, and a chilly breeze swept his wild hair back from his face. As he nodded off to sleep, he couldn't help but hope that joining the rebellion would mean finding a home among his comrades, even if he died in battle.

Name:Anna
Gender:Female
Rank: Civilian
Condition: Healthy
Mood: Neutral
Location:Training grounds
Speaks too: Captain A

Anna nodded as she was given her team, her eyebrows lifted a bit at the mention of an armory, she needed a new cloak and made a mental note to check if they had one later. "See you then" She said, turning and floating forward a few feet before dropping down to the ground and walking toward the town and her inn room. She reached her room after the sun had gone down and the town was shrouded in shadows, she stepped inside and dropped onto the nearest piece of furniture, falling asleep in seconds. Packing could wait till morning.

[MacabreSmile]

Prince Malcolm-> Sleepy layabout][Crouching Tiger Hidden Bad*ss}{Tagged: Dakota}
"See you tomorrow, Dakota~!" Malcolm shoots the deertaur a wink as A forcibly drags him away, listening to her mutter angrily to herself. He gives A a cheery goodnight before literally falling asleep mid-topple into bed. Ah, sleep, how he missed it so.

A-> Personal Guard to an idiot][Captain of many idiots}{Tagged: }
Well, that was settled. A grabs a hold of Malcolm and starts pulling him to their lodgings before he makes a fool of himself or runs off...Again. She makes sure the area is secure before she takes her bed at the upper window of the room Malcolm sleeps in, still equipped with knives and bow, only wearing slightly less armor than earlier. It's less of a bed and more of a hay loft with bedding thrown on top of it, a place for her to keep watch and, hypothetically, sleep.

She doesn't let herself get a single minute of complete rest, though, hasn't let herself from the moment she watched Malcolm die. It's not that the death of her friend haunts her, it's the fact that it's her fault. She failed her friend, her kingdom, and herself. She wouldn't let it happen again, couldn't. A let's herself doze every once and awhile, but sits awake most of the night, a sentry watching over the room and its surroundings. Sleep is for the weak.

[silverlightcs]

| Akiria | Female | 19 | Shapeshifter | Elf | Spy |
Akiria sensed movement behind her and turned around to see what it was, but all she caught was Vaxas turning away, presumably to go to where he lived. She shook her head once, trying to sort out the thoughts running through her head. 'What is happening?' she thought to herself. Taking a deep breath, she let it out on sound, and teleported one last time for the day. She felt as if she had more energy than usual, so she decided just to teleport directly to her home to use it.
She became tired because of it, as expected, so she went over to lay in her bed, sprawling out on the small area. However, she couldn't quiet her thoughts. 'Is this really...' Akiria put a hand to her face. "There's no way." she said to herself quietly. 'It's not going to happen again. You know better than to..' The elf exhaled loudly. '..care about people in that way. You can't! Not since..' She shook away the thought of her family, not wanting to recall that day when the demons had invaded..
Deciding she couldn't sleep- not now, at least- she got up and sat on the edge of her bed, her head on her hands and her elbows on her knees. Trying her best to push her thoughts out of her mind, she got up, going from corner to corner of the room to check on her things. Once she was sure everything was in place, she took out the few objects that she decided to take with her the next morning. When she was satisfied with what she had laid out, she returned to her bed, laying down with a sigh. She closed her eyes, trying her best to get as much sleep as possible.

[Arya22]

Naomi looked after her brother and A for a moment before shrugging and walking to her room. She was tired, and couldn't wait until the next day. It was going to be so much fun! That was the last thing she thought before nodding off to sleep.
(all my other characters going to sleep, can't be bothered to write for them.)

[passione]

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Amelia Masdurett

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"A fellow is to describe an acquaintance, sister."
Amelia lets out a low growl, the wings on her head receding until the skin of her temples was smooth again.
"A wretched man, he is."
She thrusts her fist into the wall, creating an indent.
Amelia's head is bowed low, hiding the fury that burned behind her sick green eyes, as she pushed herself away from the wall with her hand. Her royal silk dress drags behind her as she turns away from the wall, storming towards Sylva.

"I will take away everything he loves and kill anyone he strives to live for!
I'll make him pay for sending Mallius to me. I will not falter until I watch him collapse from a slit throat!"
Amelia shrieks, clenching her fists. Her hair falls elegantly over her eyes, masking the nefarious grin that had set across her face,
stretching from eye to eye.
She tilts her head back and laughs softly.

"Do you happen to know Vaxas' full name?
I'd like for that stupid Azreal to keep an eye on him. I don't quite know his position since so much has changed these past years."

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A-> Personal Guard to an idiot][Captain of many idiots}{Tagged: }
In the pale grey light of dawn, Captain A sits in her loft and observes the rising sun, having not slept a second since said sun set. It had been quite peaceful, if she was being honest, to sit in the dark and just observe. Screw magical powers, she had eyes taught to see in the barely lit dark from years of experience. It was simple to just take guard, letting her gaze brush over every step in the darkness. Now the sun was back, though. It seemed it was time to put their plan in motion.

Her position at the window was perfectly in sight of the town hall, close enough that she could draw back her bow and watch it sail directly into the bell tower, letting everyone in the town know it was time to wake up. Malcolm, naturally, was still asleep despite the loud noise. A hopped down to the ground floor and kicked her charge roughly in the ribs, watch him curl over and whine. "Get dressed." She directs before climbing up to don her own armor and pack away supplies for the day. Then the two are off.

Vaxas's actions the day before were at the front of her mind. First order of business was to have a chat with him.

Prince Malcolm-> Sleepy layabout][Crouching Tiger Hidden Bad*ss}{Tagged: }
Malcolm was having a nice dream. He was sitting in the garden of the castle with his brother and sisters, dozing in the midday sun whilst Aiden told them some boring story. It was peaceful, relaxing...Then he feels a sharp pain in his side and the facade is broken. "A'ley, why do you do this to me?!?" He whines, looking up at the glaring eyes of his best friend. He gets dressed, though, watching A from across the room as she packs. He knows she didn't sleep, knows she hardly sleeps these days. But he could never convince her to do anything, not now nor ever, not when it comes to herself. Maybe he can convince someone else to make her sleep, maybe Vaxy...

They leave their lodgings, A half pulling Malcolm by the arm because he still is trying to sleep. Occasionally Malcolm shouts out to the town at A's command, telling people to wake up.

[passione]

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It was the crack of dawn when Vaxas awoke.
He stirred for a while, groaning as he stretched. The covers were strewn across the bed, and his limbs were sprawled out.
His head wasn't even rested on the pillow anymore.
Vaxas turned his head towards the citric light of sunrise, lifting his eyelids to gaze at the streaking grey clouds.

He sighed, pushing himself off the bed to get dressed.
The usual leather would do, but he couldn't just have his katana.
A set of weapons, including a pair of brass knuckles and a couple of kunais would be fine.
Vaxas couldn't risk carrying so much around. He had Paradox with him, that would be enough, but he was overconfident in his skills.

Vaxas walked over to the mirror and glared daggers at his complexion.
Moving his hand over his face, he touches the nasty scar that had formed over his dead, grey eye and had not yet dissipated despite the wound having been healed many years ago.
He straps his eyepatch on, unruly wisps of hair finding their ways over his face.
He doesn't brush them away, carrying his katana and a satchel of the rest of his weapons, he heads out the door.

Supposedly, everyone was to meet at the town hall in the morning, and as three groups, everyone would be travelling together.
Vaxas didn't care, and had no intention of caring about how early he was—
in fact, the town hall was empty when he had walked through the front door.
Setting his supplies down on a bench, he paces back and forth, waiting.
Thinking.