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

[Mayiamaru]

(Nice I like it)

[classi]

Thanks! I GTG, See ya'll tomorrow!

[Lennie]

ᴀʀɛʂ ᴢɛɴᴏᴃɨᴏ of ᴏʀʂᴀᴌ

"Of course,
in the most organized of minds,
death is but the next great adventure..."

Maybe it was pure habit. Or, maybe he was just paranoid.
Both seemed like reasonable explanations as to why he kept snatching up his rapier.
It wasn't Ares' favorite weapon, sure, but he still enjoyed its intricate handle, the simple yet effective blade.
Was it wrong to say that a weapon was the closest thing that one had to a friend?
Sure, he had the members of the guild alongside him, but he couldn't bring himself to truly trust any of them. Then again, he could never bring himself to trust anyone. All but his weapons and himself. The path that he walked was slowly leading him to the Tavern, which for an unsocial wreck like Zenobio, it seemed bizarre, sure, but he seemed to enjoy being within a scene, a crowd, or even alongside another person.
Was that weird?
He loved to be around others, but hated to speak with them. To some extent, Zenobio seemed to be the one person who held conversations, without saying a word. It was just who he was. The wind was weak that day, a soft breeze seeming oddly beautiful, which may have seemed odd for a man like Zenobio to say, though in his mind, it was purely true. Shrugging off the thought, he realized after a moment that he had arrived at the Tavern. A smirk etched upon his face, he sheathed his rapier, fixing his cloak before pulling open the door silently, stepping in.

[classi]

(( Can he have a small healing dragon? ))

Vethro Belomondore

Vethro lifted his head as the room became darker. He saw a black figure standing in the doorway, blocking the light from flooding in.
Vethro blinked, not knowing who the man was. He couldn't tell, as the person was just a mere shadow in his sight, but he guessed that it was the so-called-farmer at the tavern's dining room.
"So, farmer, you enjoy barging into rooms?"
The man at the doorway grunted, and his hand moved to his belt. Vethro saw a shiny object in the man's clutch. It was a sharpened sword, with a wicked, curved blade. Vethro sucked in a deep breath and stood up, feeling power surge from the sword of Athen. He slid it out halfway, so that only some of the silver metal was showing.
The man at the entrance stepped forward, slamming the door closed as he did so. Then he let out a bloodcurling yowl, pointed his blade at Vethro, and charged.
Vethro jumped to the side and sliced at the man's arm. It ripped clothing, not even scratching his opponent. With a jolt, Vethro realised that he still could not see the man.
Vethro raised his sword and called a battle cry. He rushed forward, stabbing his sword into his enemy's leg. The evil man's sword skittered across the floor. The man howled, slid forward, and grabbed his blade. He ran into Vethro, his weapon erect. It stabbed into Vethro's chest.
Vethro, overcome with fury, took the sword of Athen and stuck it into the man's deadly spot, the heart. The man fell to the floor with a thump, dead, lifeless.
Vethro gasped for breaths. He lay on the bed, feeling his wound. It was large, and already a red spot was beginning to form on his torn jacket. Many other scratched were sported on his body, telling just how fierce the swordfight had been.
Vethro's eyes turned to look at the dead man on the floor. His evil face would never see again. Vethro sucked in a painful breath, wishing his guildmate's would come to inspect the room. He collapsed on his bed.
Why?

[astrocompass]

((I don't think a healing dragon is the best idea for them right now. PM me about it and tell me what your thinking))

[Symphonia]

.:.Clara Louise Golding of Albava.:.

Life is a story - just survive long enough to see its happy ending...

Clara's head snapped up when she heard crashing and banging from a near corridor. She bit her lip with worry, Vethro had gone that way earlier...he wasn't hurt was he?

Oh had someone found out who they were?

She shook her head lightly - that couldn't happen? Right? They just got here after all...it was impossible...right?

Right.

She assured herself of that answer, but still couldn't help the worrying in the back of her head; she had to do something. If a member of the Knights of Rhodernia was in trouble, then they would have to save him/her. Clara couldn't stand the thought of losing someone who was practically family to her - even if they didn't think of her as a sister or such.

She stuck a final piece of the yellowfin in her mouth and stood up from the table as she chewed. "I know that I'm not the only one who just heard that; Vethro could be in trouble. We're going to have to find out what's going on." She said determinedly, heading down a hallway in the tavern towards the room, keeping her ears open for more banging sounds.

"Vethro! Vethro, where'd you go!" She called out, continuing to walk. She hoped that some of the guild members were behind her; someone was here, and she didn't like the feeling she was getting at the moment. Something bad was going to happen. She kept her hand on one of her sword's sheaths, preparing for the worst.

[Lady Mekka]

Jak had just taken his last bite of salad when he heard the crash. Clara was concerned, but she always was. She seemed to be the mother of the guild.
"I'm coming, Clara." he said softly, taking the last swig of cider and walking right on her tail. His right hand was on his sword's hilt, having already pulled it out an inch of it's sheath, prepared to draw it. His left hand was on one of his wicked sharp knives, a lesser weapon for when he didn't have the time to draw his sword. After all, it took a full 30 seconds to draw it, and 30 seconds could mean the difference between life and death.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Um... recap?))

[Symphonia]

((Not much, Vethro went to the room and that "farmer" he was skeptical attacked him. Clara heard some banging and grew concerned so she and some guild members (anyone can go) are going to the rooms to investigate what happened.

Bahah, Clara is one of the youngest, she's 16, yet she's like the mother. And the kid at the same time O.O weird. :3))

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((Alright...))
Elenwen heard a noise from upstairs, something was happening up there and she would do anything to get away from down here, she didn't know how much longer she would be abel to keep Angrywell under control. She got up and followed Clara, she seemed like she wanted to investigate as well. Elenwen couldn't help but keep glacing to the rafters, wondering and imagining what could be going on up their. She shook her head to get rid of that day dreaming and turned back to Clara "Want to check it out?"