Story
Established
Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on May 7, 2020 5:11:28 GMT -8
Bart has been so enraptured he had not noticed it until she did. As it was brought to his attention he frowned. They would have sang along, not stopped. Clenching the reins he would glance behind them and forward.
Gem seemed uneasy but the horse would not bolt but she did nicker as if to give him a nudge to realize that she felt his unease. He pat her neck gently saying, “There there girl it’s alright.”
Rising up in the saddle he would finally answer Fia, “This Road is rarely traveled and normally by those who would not harm a stranger.”
It was not much reassurance but it was all he had.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on May 8, 2020 6:27:31 GMT -8
She glanced about every which way, noticing the unease of the horses and she patted the neck of her own. "That is odd that they stopped singing. Maybe it is nothing," she said and sighed. She bit her lip and looked toward Bart and Gem, wondering what the issue was.
All of a sudden, a wild boar broke out of the treeline and her mare reared. "Woah! Easy girl," she just barely managed not to get thrown off. The boar bolted toward the other side of the road and into the thicket there.
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Barthlomew Eads
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on May 25, 2020 7:53:37 GMT -8
“Boars hardly run from anything,” Bart had made sure that Fianna was alright before he made the comment. He did not like the precedent it set and he would not remain, “Let’s go,” he goaded his horse into a gallop spurring Fianna’s own horse onward. It could be nothing, it could be everything, but he would not take the chance that it was something they could not sort on their own. Had he been on his own then it would have been different but with her in tow he could not needlessly face danger. His bow was on his hip an arrow in his left hand that he was stringing on the line. His reins were draped across Gem’s neck. The horse did not need him to tell her to keep going.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Jun 15, 2020 5:10:42 GMT -8
"Gladly," she said, feeling worried that something was wrong. She bent down low over her horse and they sped through the forest and away from the wild boar that had ran through the thicket. Her thoughts were a jumble at that point, and any cheer she'd had went away for the moment while she looked over to her love. What exactly had she gotten herself into when she had agreed to do this hunt for the crown? She wanted to know this but was too busy trying to stay on her mare to concentrate too long on that.
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Barthlomew Eads
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Jun 20, 2020 7:32:15 GMT -8
Half of an hour had passed when he would finally allow them to slow and allow the horses to rest. He was not yet feeling relieved and he held the bow in his right hand carefully keeping an arrow notched even when they had been racing. He was a fine rider, a better shot even while riding, and he had someone he wanted to protect. He would do so at the expense of himself if necessary. Perhaps he had overreacted earlier. He was tense, every muscle tightened, and it would exhaust him before the day was through.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Jul 31, 2020 6:55:40 GMT -8
She was tense as they rode, looking around with an air of caution. The boar had spooked her at first but her relief that it was just that was palpable. Fia remained quiet for the time, not knowing what to say. Her eyes soon fell upon him and she gazed at him with wariness, letting him know (if he looked at her too) that she was on high alert, fight or flight.
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Barthlomew Eads
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Aug 1, 2020 13:41:46 GMT -8
The trouble was they'd kept to the main path. They came across branches across it. Not a felled log, but actual branches. They reached across and lowered themselves to the ground where even the horses could not jump across them. Bart pulled his horse up immediately as they had watched the spectacle and he attempted to turn them about to go the other way but they were being surrounded.
That was when they heard it. Singing. Softer than Fianna's voice but in multitude and so clear and unnervingly perfect that he immediately knew who it belonged to.
"Elves," Bart would say. Not just any elves. High elves. Ones that shouldn't have been in the area. At least this area.
The disdain in his voice at the mention of them told her he didn't believe they were there for a good purpose. Especially with how the branches were getting closer weaving them into a tight circle.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Nov 20, 2020 11:31:27 GMT -8
"Elves?" she asked as she looked around, taking note of the sounds and the way the branches seemed to close in around them. Panic began to well up within her at this sight and she turned her attention to Bart. "I don't like this," she said with a quiver in her voice. Her belly tightened at the fright that welled up within her that she would try to keep at bay.
Her mare didn't seem to like it either, she was prancing about nervously. Fia leaned forward to pat soothingly upon the mare's neck. "What do THEY want with us?" she asked then. Her mouth flattened into a thin line as she moved closer to Bart as his mere presence comforted her.
She did not miss the disdain in his voice.
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Barthlomew Eads
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Feb 19, 2021 11:26:24 GMT -8
"I do not know," nothing good said his tone again but he mitigated his expression from being hopeless. There was nothing to be done but accept the fact they were going to speak with them, whether they liked it or not. Being entrapped gave them nowhere to run, even if they wanted to they wouldn't make it.
He pulled up Gem's reigns lightly keeping the horse from moving. Generally neither horse would have ran from elves but Gem knew better, and she felt Bart's unease, as did Fianna's mare in this case.
The singing came to a halt, the eerie echoing even eerier by simply ceasing to be. Then they would see a break in the branches, enough that a single man stepped forth with raven hair and eyes as pale as moonlight. He spoke in a deep calming voice, in elvish, the words flowing over their steeds and making them still beneath them.
Bart scowled at such a trick. He dismounted, his height surprisingly close to the elves, "We have no quarrel with the woodland folk," he would tell the elf.
The elf did not look to Bart, instead he focused in upon Fianna his eyes sliding right over the man, as if he were waiting for something.
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