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

[Hobbit]

Many ideas occured to Daeron, for the disposal of this unsightly burden, and were quickly discarded. Burning the corpse, well that was out of the question. Humans smell horrible burnt, he had learned that as a boy. If he was in the forest, he would simply dump the body, knowing he couldn't bury it deep enough to keep the scavengers out. In any case, this man was a hired mercenary, and what happened to his body didn't matter to Daeron. He would far rather keep his own skin in tact.

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Hours later, he stood in the courtyard of the Inn again. The old wheel of the well squeeked loudly as the full bucket neared the rim. The ice cold water took his breath away, as he scrubbed vigourously at any sign of the last few hours labour. As a final measure, he pulled his weathered cloak about him. Instead of going to rejoin his compainions immediatly, he sat at the bar in the tavern. A drink would be good.

{Such a chicken, I can't even figure out what to do with the body. Remind me never to get myself in a similar situation.}

[Symphonia]

((Bahhahaha, it's fine. I would react in the same way.

Well, since that last big post took a whole lot out of me, I'm pretty tired; I should get some sleep. Night; see you all tomorrow! Well...I won't really see you...more like type to you tomorrow...so let's go with that! Type with you tomorrow!))

[Toppyrocks]

Vistrana

Vis watches silently as her guild members attempt to dispose of the body. She has no better ideas, so says nothing. After a while, the guild decides to take watches. "I can take dawn watch." She volunteers quietly, knowing that she will have to choose one. After that, she leaves the room and heads downstairs for a latenight snack before heading for bed. From the barmaid she gets a bun, no drink and heads to find a seat. Vis spotted Daeron sitting alone and approaches the table. "Mind if I...?" She trails off, gesturing to the seat across from him.

((So, it's short, I think my tenses are messed up from going to present tense and past tense roleplays, and a first person point of view short story, and my concept of time is greatly messed up, she just kinda passes the few hours that Daeron passed without doing much. So, yeah...))

[Symphonia]

((Ooh, I just had a good idea: Clara could have something that the Guard needs, like I'm thinking that they want her swords or something. Thoughts on that idea?))

[Mayiamaru]

(You should build on that a little more. Maybe not a sword, because swords don't have much value unless Clara took the sword from a hero or something.)

After a little more time passed, Mayia regained her thought process and left the stairwell, pulling the handkerchief from around her mouth. She then went to the barn where the animals were stored and relaxed when she got to a hidden area that she could sit and work away her bloodlust. She rolled up her left sleeve and unwrapped the bandages that she had wrapped there, then dug her teeth into her arm to suck up a little blood. It was disgusting, but it kept Mayia from thirsting for blood. She didn't want to go rampaging here. She caused enough trouble in the alleys of Marole.

Hunter came from the shadows once Mayia was done densitizing herself and had wrapped up her wound. Blood just wasn't someting that Mayia could stand for too long. Hunter helped her cope by laying down, allowing her to lay against him while he wrapped his tail around her to comfort her. "Thank you..." Mayia whispered quietly, breathing in Hunter's comforting and fresh scent.

[Symphonia]

((That's what I was thinking, too.

Then I thought, maybe a precious stone or gem of some sort belonging to the queen. Or maybe something that is the source of their power. I dunno, some of these ideas could work...maybe...(: ))

[Mayiamaru]

(If you could, PM me a full decription of what Clara likes to do and what she wears as well as any other odd quirks. I could help ^_^)

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

((A shard from the ancient sword of Ilnosh [or something like that] there are ten shards and all of them need to be found and joined for the weapon to be weilded. No one knows was blade it is but it is said that who ever can find the peices, bring them together and weild the blade will be the new king. Sorry, spur of the moment idea. XD))

[classi]

(( See what I mean by Vethro lacking common sense? Sure, dude, no one is gonna be suspicious if there is a dead body just outside a window.

Nice, I like the idea Elenwen. ))

[Hobbit]

Daeron shugged his shoulders. "You are welcome to sit where you like..." He mumbled, taking another drink of his dark ale. After a moment of silence, waiting for the bartenders to be out of hearing range, he asked "Vistrana, do you know what the plans are next? I have a feeling we should continue on as soon as Vethro is able."

{Good idea Elenwen, could be fun and bring some sub-plots into the guild. Any very ambitous guild members?}