((I would like to create another character as well, if that is okay with you barry.))
Name: Ichirou Hayashi
Gender: M
Age: 29
Personality: He is stubborn and doesn't take orders well. He cares for his family deeply, which is why he had made sure to cover his tracks. When he gets angry, he goes full on berserk. He dislikes people that claim they have authority over him, but he understands if they are family members. He is agile and stealthy, even more so than his younger sister. He is skilled with knives, small blades, and small projectiles like throwing knives and shurikens.
Role: He is a deserter from the Shonan army. He faked his death and became a rouge.
Faction: He is the eldest son of the Hayashi family, he hails from the same Sholan town.
Bio: After he joined the army, he became fed up with taking orders from his "superiors". He did not find their criticism on his style of fighting worthwhile. He did not want to just desert the army, as that would bring great shame upon his family, so he faked his death, and left for Terma. He has been there for around 5 years now. He is now a mercenary, his latest "quest" has left him in a Schot village.
((First Son Forest?))
((So now there have been 4 Sholan applications, vs. 2 Shcot vs. 3 Garlant vs. 1 Fairlan vs. 2 Landon vs. 1 Volgrant (Vampire) vs. 1 Phoenix ((vs. 1 Torgon vs. 1 Trigain/Fairlan hybrid)))
"Fine, shall we go then?" Turgen said and left the hut, heading out into the wilderness.
Ardin smiled and turned to follow him, but he stopped, the old man said something to him.
"If you find my child, could you tell me?"
"I'm sorry?"
"My child, Hitomi, should you find her send her a message. I have been waiting for an able body to go to Orma and deliver it."
The man held out a envelope, his eyes pleading.
"Aye," Ardin replied, taking it. "But how will I know 'er?"
"Her name is one of the eye, you will know her."
He nodded, and turned to fallow Turgen.
Catching up, he stopped him.
"We can't just up and leave mate, we'll need supplies and horses. I have a horse of me own, and a cat. I best fetch them, we might pick up a horse for you to." The look on the others face told Ardin he might not know what sort of "cat" Ardin referenced.
"Want me to fetch you anything before I come back? Are ye a good rider?"
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
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((So she is accepted, but no more Sholan characters? Her first name was supposed to mean 'Shore' or 'Beach', her last 'Black River'))
((Well, no. I was actually talking to Pigmanfire at the time, because he already has one and I cannot just take it away. Sorry, but as of right now I think it would be a bad idea.))
"I've barely ridden, where I grew up very few people had a horse." Turgen said, "I will wait for you at the edge of the forest, meet me there when you have the supplies" Turgen quickly walked away, heading to the edge of the forest near where they fought.
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((Just wondering..... AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH A FAIRLAN CHARRIE HERE?!))
Kyle was going out for hunting. He took his crossbow and bolts, and leaves. He took a path through the most secluded street, trying not to get too much attention. When he was closing near the gate, a glitter caught his attention. He was walking towards it, and was surprised that the glitter was actually gold fragments. He then put the gold fragments to his pocket, and carry on to the woods.
((Just wondering..... AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH A FAIRLAN CHARRIE HERE?!))
Kyle was going out for hunting. He took his crossbow and bolts, and leaves. He took a path through the most secluded street, trying not to get too much attention. When he was closing near the gate, a glitter caught his attention. He was walking towards it, and was surprised that the glitter was actually gold fragments. He then put the gold fragments to his pocket, and carry on to the woods.
((Also reference to "All That Glitter"))
((Indeed, you are the only one with a Fairlan, unless you count minor characters.))
((Just wondering..... AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH A FAIRLAN CHARRIE HERE?!))
Kyle was going out for hunting. He took his crossbow and bolts, and leaves. He took a path through the most secluded street, trying not to get too much attention. When he was closing near the gate, a glitter caught his attention. He was walking towards it, and was surprised that the glitter was actually gold fragments. He then put the gold fragments to his pocket, and carry on to the woods.
((Also reference to "All That Glitter"))
((Not for long, just let me get some spare time.))
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
Appearance: Elizabeth is 43 years of age, but could easily be mistaken for a 29 year old. Her hair is blonde and usually tied neatly behind her back so it does not interfere with her activities. She is 1.8 Meters tall, which, when coupled with her piercing features and sharp brown eyes, gives her a very imposing authoritative appearance. She usually sports the traditional dress gowns of the Landons when in public, but behind the doors of her castle she sports much more comfortable, but still formal, dresses, often in varying tones of black, white and blue. Her jewellery is never extravagant, but always noticeable and expensive. When permitted, she sports shoes that add an extra inch to her height. In conclusion, her appearance is often tailored to strike fear and respect into her subjects and peers alike.
Appearance: Elizabeth is 43 years of age, but could easily be mistaken for a 29 year old. Her hair is blonde and usually tied neatly behind her back so it does not interfere with her activities. She is 1.8 Meters tall, which, when coupled with her piercing features and sharp brown eyes, gives her a very imposing authoritative appearance. She usually sports the traditional dress gowns of the Landons when in public, but behind the doors of her castle she sports much more comfortable, but still formal, dresses, often in varying tones of black, white and blue. Her jewellery is never extravagant, but always noticeable and expensive. When permitted, she sports shoes that add an extra inch to her height. In conclusion, her appearance is often tailored to strike fear and respect into her subjects and peers alike.
Name: Chelsette Fanlasi, now goes by many aliases and the nicknames “Ruby”, “Chell” and most often by her friends, Melissa, this will be her most used RP name.
Gender: Female
Faction: Fairlans, The Fox thief syndicate.(Sub factions under testing)
Appearance: Brunette with brown eyes and fine skin. She is extremely attractive.
Age: Twenty three.
BIO: At age 14, her father, who was a wealthy man, sent her to a school for girls. The school was ment to teach how to be polite and lady like. She took to this well, and became quite the lady. However there were some things that, over the years, she desired that were not allowed in the school that she craved. Wine, fencing, horseback riding, and most of all, men.
She had learned to fence when she was young, her bodyguard Antonio showed her for protection reasons. He was from the southern isles and was much darker, the people there were very hispanic like.
When she was fifteen, she started sneaking out of the school to get wine. One night as she walked a man attempted to rob her.
He insisted she give him her valuables, but she told him that he first needed to defeat her in a duel. Giving her a rapier, the two fought. It was like a dance to her, and after quite some time and dialogue, the man held his sword to her chest. Suddenly, she brought her sword around and disarmed him.
Impressed, the man told her where he was from, a thieves syndicate. He told her that he could teach her tricks of the trade, tricks that could make the world hers. Her rebellious spirit was realized and she joined him.
Now a fully fledged member, she uses her charm, wit, and seduction skills, to get whatever she wants.
((Edit because story is not entirely in one freaking village.))
Chelsette sat about her campfire in the woods, her companions would be back anytime now from hunting. They were camped about 100 yards away from a road frequented by royalty and others with money. She kept her weapon of choice, a dagger, by her side. To be used as a last resort, a rapier was hard to hide in a torn dress. Yes she waited, waited for any sound from the road. A score was closeby, she could feel it...
((Perhaps my Charrie never used, Percy, could be involved in the story of the Countess somehow. Anyone remember his app?))
((Anton should be back soon, thankfully. In the mean time...))
"M'lady, a most urgent message from Count Orelius," a young man announced as he came to a stop in the doorway of Countess Primis' quarters. She looked up from her reading, her feet relaxed on an expensive padded chair; presumably it was of fine Fairlan craftsmanship. She admired the handsome man that was her secretary, Carls Ritan. He stood attentively, his sparkled uniform immaculate, an expression of removed interest. Perfection? No. But as close as she could get for now. Carls received the subliminal message that he was to continue speaking, and he did so without further pause.
"The Count requests a meeting with you immediately. He has invited you to Ornton and is willing to provide compensation for your trip," Carls continued. A trip, mused Elizabeth. Isn't that a splendid idea, you half-hearted excuse for a politician. You and your stupid township will suffer under my rule. First to go will be your army. Such a waste of so many good soldiers. Then I'll rid you of your surplus crops. We'll see how generous and how well-liked you are then.
"Tell the horsemen to prepare a caravan," Primis replied, putting the book down upon a desk beside her seat. She rose elegantly, her tight-fitting black-grey dress not revealing a single crease.
"Would you like me to pack a bag, m'Lady?" Carls inquired. Elizabeth smiled. He knew the answer well, but he would ask it anyway. Devoted to the cause, some would say.
"In the many years you have known me, how many times have you packed my belongings, Ritan?" Primis inquired. Ritan simply bowed and left the room in silence. Elizabeth took a breath and walked across the room to begin gathering the few items she would need for this short voyage.
Name: Chelsette Fanlasi, now goes by many aliases and the nicknames “Ruby”, “Chell” and most often by her friends, Melissa, this will be her most used RP name.
Gender: Female
Faction: Fairlans, The Fox thief syndicate.(Sub factions under testing)
Appearance: Brunette with brown eyes and fine skin. She is extremely attractive.
Age: Twenty three.
BIO: At age 14, her father, who was a wealthy man, sent her to a school for girls. The school was ment to teach how to be polite and lady like. She took to this well, and became quite the lady. However there were some things that, over the years, she desired that were not allowed in the school that she craved. Wine, fencing, horseback riding, and most of all, men.
She had learned to fence when she was young, her bodyguard Antonio showed her for protection reasons. He was from the southern isles and was much darker, the people there were very hispanic like.
When she was fifteen, she started sneaking out of the school to get wine. One night as she walked a man attempted to rob her.
He insisted she give him her valuables, but she told him that he first needed to defeat her in a duel. Giving her a rapier, the two fought. It was like a dance to her, and after quite some time and dialogue, the man held his sword to her chest. Suddenly, she brought her sword around and disarmed him.
Impressed, the man told her where he was from, a thieves syndicate. He told her that he could teach her tricks of the trade, tricks that could make the world hers. Her rebellious spirit was realized and she joined him.
Now a fully fledged member, she uses her charm, wit, and seduction skills, to get whatever she wants.
((Edit because story is not entirely in one freaking village.))
Chelsette sat about her campfire in the woods, her companions would be back anytime now from hunting. They were camped about 100 yards away from a road frequented by royalty and others with money. She kept her weapon of choice, a dagger, by her side. To be used as a last resort, a rapier was hard to hide in a torn dress. Yes she waited, waited for any sound from the road. A score was closeby, she could feel it...
((Perhaps my Charrie never used, Percy, could be involved in the story of the Countess somehow. Anyone remember his app?))
((But I like Sitheachdon... ))
((I remember him. (To be honest, I thought you had forgotten about him). I'm sure he could fit in somehow. And if Setrok's creator is still around, then the three Landons could all be in the same story, no?))
Around an hour later, the Countess Elizabeth Primis sat idly in a carriage as it rattled along the trail that would lead to Ornton. She had changed out of her casual dress from within the castle, and was now in a ruffled and elegant piece of clothing. In her opinion it was degrading, but she knew that she was in a vast minority when she thought that. While it might not give her the ability to move freely and swiftly, it conveyed the impression that she was a woman of importance and wealth, which was the truth. Behind her there was a small alcove where she had stored many of her items. Meanwhile, a secret compartment in the seat held one of the more personal items in her possession, one which she did not need any enemies knowing of until it was time for their demise.
She was alone in the carriage; there was a driver sitting on the outside who lead the horses, and there were two guards seated on their own equestrian animals. Sitting here in the carriage gave her plenty of time to think, but there was nothing for her to think about. She had already planned everything to perfection. Every plan is fail-proof. She straightened one of the fabric pieces to remove a small crease that was forming. Perhaps I will deal with Ornton now, she mused, and this lead her into a new set of plans. Everything now needed to be rechecked, and so that is what she did.
One of the guards stopped and signaled the driver to do the same.
There was a girl in the road ahead, bloodied and hurt, her dress ripped and torn.
"Stop the cart! Look like there been a Lycan around here!" The guard said, dismounting his horse with sword drawn.
The other guard approached the cabin window.
"My grievances M'lady, but there seems to be an injured girl in the road ahead. Shall we stop or proceed? It is worth noting that the beast might still lurk."
Chelsette remained still as the guard approached. A Landon for sure, she could tell by his accent. She thought of a plan. She would go with the "Daughter of a Fairlan prince" story, should the filthy royol headed people stop.
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Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
One of the guards stopped and signaled the driver to do the same.
There was a girl in the road ahead, bloodied and hurt, her dress ripped and torn.
"Stop the cart! Look like there been a Lycan around here!" The guard said, dismounting his horse with sword drawn.
The other guard approached the cabin window.
"My grievances M'lady, but there seems to be an injured girl in the road ahead. Shall we stop or proceed? It is worth noting that the beast might still lurk."
Chelsette remained still as the guard approached. A Landon for sure, she could tell by his accent. She thought of a plan. She would go with the "Daughter of a Fairlan prince" story, should the filthy royol headed people stop.
"Is she dying?" the countess inquired in an annoyed tone. The guard looked slightly taken aback. He was new, but on the interior Elizabeth was furious that he hadn't learned to control his emotions.
"N-no ma'am, as I can tell they're only flesh wounds. However-" the guard began to reply, but Countess Primis rose a hand in a very direct motion and he shut his mouth.
"If the girl isn't dying, then leave her be. The Lycan will follow us. No need to keep her involved," Primis said. Internally she had already decided that if they left and the Lycan followed, the girl would praise them for saving her. If they stayed they would be forced to take the girl with them. If they left and the Lycan stayed, then it would finish off the girl and no one would ever know. If the Lycan left, the Countess and her party left, and the girl stayed but made it back to a city, then she would have no one overtly interested in hearing her story and no impetus to tell it any way.
(( In the following posts, everyone remember that this is a mature roleplay. As long as it won't directly break forum rules, it will fly.))
The Guard who had been near the girl looked down at her.
Her slim yet filled out figure, the wave of hair that spread from around her lovely, proportional head, her fine features and face. And those eyes, those wonderful eyes of hers.
She batted them at him, her lips parted, as if struggling to make a sound. He took a knee and bent closer to her.
"Madame, are you alright?" He asked. "The Lycan must have left by now."
"Oh, but it was no Lycan," She replied weakly. "It was bandits, they robbed me, cut me with their blades, violated me and left me for dead."
"Guardsmen Peterson, come along, we must go." The one who had gone to the cabin yelled to the other.
His fellow nodded, A look of dread on his face.
"I'm sorry, I...I cannot help you."
He turned to walk away, but she called after him.
"Tell you master my uncle is the prince of Forte de Solitude, he can repay her in men, arms or gold for my return to civilization." She pleaded.
The other guardsmen, Joffrey, swallowed hard as he turned to the Countess.
"The lady claims her uncle to be the Prince of Fort Solitude M'lady, I am sure Monsieur Frankios would pay for her return to the nearest town in any way possible. Should we leave her and he hear of the matter, our Lord sir highness may be quite displeased. My apologies M'lady for informing of this." He swallowed hard again, pure fear now taking place of shock.
General Arant lay in his bed, the warmest, softest furs in the area warming his body. He could have cloth comforters, but fur was his preferred bedding. Bear skin and Lycan skin it was, soft and thick. The snow fell outside his window, it was likely freezing water as it flowed.
He rolled over and looked at sleeping Helda, peaceful and content.
He was a man, and he really did care for her, but he was a man in the shoes of a God. He hated their relations to be private, but to be wedded to a woman who was middle class, and a secretary no less.
He arose from bed. He found his uniform and began to get dressed. Putting on his peaked cap and overcoat, he turned to look at Helda again. Then he walked out the door, not looking back.
Entering his main home, which was made of fine bricks, spruce and oak wood, the General grabbed his riding crop from his coat hanger.
His "Home" was a five floor mansion suitable for a King. It sat atop a hill overlooking the city below. The estate had a river running through it with a small saw mill, a cattle farm, a garden that sported flowers in the summer, and many other facilities, including his office.
Walking to the office, Captain Feurgner came alongside him.
"General, I have ze most urgent of news!" He told Arant.
"Captain Feurner, how have I directed you to speak to me in the mornings?"
The Captain gulped.
"Sorry meigne General, Good morning."
"Good, now you may proceed Lieutenant."
The man was horrified. He would have rather been struck by the crop, but the General knew this.
"Sir, our spy in Landon districts tells us that ze countess of Erinville is on ze move, as if there is to be a meeting."
Arant sighed, he could see his breath as he did so.
"Good, have him infiltrate the meeting and send word back of what is occurring. Zat Countess is... I don't know for sure, but from rumor she seems similar to me..."
"Cruel and angry?" The Captain, now Lieutenant, thought.
"As you command General!" Feurner said, saluting.
"Dismissed." Arant concluded, the man walking away.
"Ze Landons have no idea of the storm that I soon will send them." The General smiled to himself. They had the west and north west, but for a time only.
((First Son Forest?))
((So now there have been 4 Sholan applications, vs. 2 Shcot vs. 3 Garlant vs. 1 Fairlan vs. 2 Landon vs. 1 Volgrant (Vampire) vs. 1 Phoenix ((vs. 1 Torgon vs. 1 Trigain/Fairlan hybrid)))
((No longer accepting anymore Sholan charries, I feel the first was a mistake, but I will not force you to switch. @Delta: I'm sorry?
@Commando: Laire is still movable,right? ))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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Ardin smiled and turned to follow him, but he stopped, the old man said something to him.
"If you find my child, could you tell me?"
"I'm sorry?"
"My child, Hitomi, should you find her send her a message. I have been waiting for an able body to go to Orma and deliver it."
The man held out a envelope, his eyes pleading.
"Aye," Ardin replied, taking it. "But how will I know 'er?"
"Her name is one of the eye, you will know her."
He nodded, and turned to fallow Turgen.
Catching up, he stopped him.
"We can't just up and leave mate, we'll need supplies and horses. I have a horse of me own, and a cat. I best fetch them, we might pick up a horse for you to." The look on the others face told Ardin he might not know what sort of "cat" Ardin referenced.
"Want me to fetch you anything before I come back? Are ye a good rider?"
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((Ignoring the fact she's unconscious? Yes.
((So she is accepted, but no more Sholan characters? Her first name was supposed to mean 'Shore' or 'Beach', her last 'Black River'))
((Well, no.
I was actually talking to Pigmanfire at the time, because he already has one and I cannot just take it away. Sorry, but as of right now I think it would be a bad idea.))
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the ant looks around and screams.
((I'm thoroughly confused...))
"I've barely ridden, where I grew up very few people had a horse." Turgen said, "I will wait for you at the edge of the forest, meet me there when you have the supplies" Turgen quickly walked away, heading to the edge of the forest near where they fought.
Woop. Unimportant stuff here.
((Just wondering..... AM I THE ONLY ONE WITH A FAIRLAN CHARRIE HERE?!))
Kyle was going out for hunting. He took his crossbow and bolts, and leaves. He took a path through the most secluded street, trying not to get too much attention. When he was closing near the gate, a glitter caught his attention. He was walking towards it, and was surprised that the glitter was actually gold fragments. He then put the gold fragments to his pocket, and carry on to the woods.
((Also reference to "All That Glitter"))
Goodbye, Halloween. See you next year.
Other things:
Thx 4 t' h0gle m8!
((Indeed, you are the only one with a Fairlan, unless you count minor characters.))
((Not for long, just let me get some spare time.))
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Name: Elizabeth Primis
Faction: Landons
Role: Countess of Erinvale
Biography: TBR
Appearance: Elizabeth is 43 years of age, but could easily be mistaken for a 29 year old. Her hair is blonde and usually tied neatly behind her back so it does not interfere with her activities. She is 1.8 Meters tall, which, when coupled with her piercing features and sharp brown eyes, gives her a very imposing authoritative appearance. She usually sports the traditional dress gowns of the Landons when in public, but behind the doors of her castle she sports much more comfortable, but still formal, dresses, often in varying tones of black, white and blue. Her jewellery is never extravagant, but always noticeable and expensive. When permitted, she sports shoes that add an extra inch to her height. In conclusion, her appearance is often tailored to strike fear and respect into her subjects and peers alike.
((Hoping for acceptance))
((Accepted.))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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Name: Chelsette Fanlasi, now goes by many aliases and the nicknames “Ruby”, “Chell” and most often by her friends, Melissa, this will be her most used RP name.
Gender: Female
Faction: Fairlans, The Fox thief syndicate.(Sub factions under testing)
Appearance: Brunette with brown eyes and fine skin. She is extremely attractive.
Age: Twenty three.
BIO: At age 14, her father, who was a wealthy man, sent her to a school for girls. The school was ment to teach how to be polite and lady like. She took to this well, and became quite the lady. However there were some things that, over the years, she desired that were not allowed in the school that she craved. Wine, fencing, horseback riding, and most of all, men.
She had learned to fence when she was young, her bodyguard Antonio showed her for protection reasons. He was from the southern isles and was much darker, the people there were very hispanic like.
When she was fifteen, she started sneaking out of the school to get wine. One night as she walked a man attempted to rob her.
He insisted she give him her valuables, but she told him that he first needed to defeat her in a duel. Giving her a rapier, the two fought. It was like a dance to her, and after quite some time and dialogue, the man held his sword to her chest. Suddenly, she brought her sword around and disarmed him.
Impressed, the man told her where he was from, a thieves syndicate. He told her that he could teach her tricks of the trade, tricks that could make the world hers. Her rebellious spirit was realized and she joined him.
Now a fully fledged member, she uses her charm, wit, and seduction skills, to get whatever she wants.
((Edit because story is not entirely in one freaking village.))
Chelsette sat about her campfire in the woods, her companions would be back anytime now from hunting. They were camped about 100 yards away from a road frequented by royalty and others with money. She kept her weapon of choice, a dagger, by her side. To be used as a last resort, a rapier was hard to hide in a torn dress. Yes she waited, waited for any sound from the road. A score was closeby, she could feel it...
((Perhaps my Charrie never used, Percy, could be involved in the story of the Countess somehow. Anyone remember his app?))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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((Anton should be back soon, thankfully. In the mean time...))
"M'lady, a most urgent message from Count Orelius," a young man announced as he came to a stop in the doorway of Countess Primis' quarters. She looked up from her reading, her feet relaxed on an expensive padded chair; presumably it was of fine Fairlan craftsmanship. She admired the handsome man that was her secretary, Carls Ritan. He stood attentively, his sparkled uniform immaculate, an expression of removed interest. Perfection? No. But as close as she could get for now. Carls received the subliminal message that he was to continue speaking, and he did so without further pause.
"The Count requests a meeting with you immediately. He has invited you to Ornton and is willing to provide compensation for your trip," Carls continued. A trip, mused Elizabeth. Isn't that a splendid idea, you half-hearted excuse for a politician. You and your stupid township will suffer under my rule. First to go will be your army. Such a waste of so many good soldiers. Then I'll rid you of your surplus crops. We'll see how generous and how well-liked you are then.
"Tell the horsemen to prepare a caravan," Primis replied, putting the book down upon a desk beside her seat. She rose elegantly, her tight-fitting black-grey dress not revealing a single crease.
"Would you like me to pack a bag, m'Lady?" Carls inquired. Elizabeth smiled. He knew the answer well, but he would ask it anyway. Devoted to the cause, some would say.
"In the many years you have known me, how many times have you packed my belongings, Ritan?" Primis inquired. Ritan simply bowed and left the room in silence. Elizabeth took a breath and walked across the room to begin gathering the few items she would need for this short voyage.
((But I like Sitheachdon... ))
((I remember him. (To be honest, I thought you had forgotten about him). I'm sure he could fit in somehow. And if Setrok's creator is still around, then the three Landons could all be in the same story, no?))
Around an hour later, the Countess Elizabeth Primis sat idly in a carriage as it rattled along the trail that would lead to Ornton. She had changed out of her casual dress from within the castle, and was now in a ruffled and elegant piece of clothing. In her opinion it was degrading, but she knew that she was in a vast minority when she thought that. While it might not give her the ability to move freely and swiftly, it conveyed the impression that she was a woman of importance and wealth, which was the truth. Behind her there was a small alcove where she had stored many of her items. Meanwhile, a secret compartment in the seat held one of the more personal items in her possession, one which she did not need any enemies knowing of until it was time for their demise.
She was alone in the carriage; there was a driver sitting on the outside who lead the horses, and there were two guards seated on their own equestrian animals. Sitting here in the carriage gave her plenty of time to think, but there was nothing for her to think about. She had already planned everything to perfection. Every plan is fail-proof. She straightened one of the fabric pieces to remove a small crease that was forming. Perhaps I will deal with Ornton now, she mused, and this lead her into a new set of plans. Everything now needed to be rechecked, and so that is what she did.
One of the guards stopped and signaled the driver to do the same.
There was a girl in the road ahead, bloodied and hurt, her dress ripped and torn.
"Stop the cart! Look like there been a Lycan around here!" The guard said, dismounting his horse with sword drawn.
The other guard approached the cabin window.
"My grievances M'lady, but there seems to be an injured girl in the road ahead. Shall we stop or proceed? It is worth noting that the beast might still lurk."
Chelsette remained still as the guard approached. A Landon for sure, she could tell by his accent. She thought of a plan. She would go with the "Daughter of a Fairlan prince" story, should the filthy royol headed people stop.
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"Is she dying?" the countess inquired in an annoyed tone. The guard looked slightly taken aback. He was new, but on the interior Elizabeth was furious that he hadn't learned to control his emotions.
"N-no ma'am, as I can tell they're only flesh wounds. However-" the guard began to reply, but Countess Primis rose a hand in a very direct motion and he shut his mouth.
"If the girl isn't dying, then leave her be. The Lycan will follow us. No need to keep her involved," Primis said. Internally she had already decided that if they left and the Lycan followed, the girl would praise them for saving her. If they stayed they would be forced to take the girl with them. If they left and the Lycan stayed, then it would finish off the girl and no one would ever know. If the Lycan left, the Countess and her party left, and the girl stayed but made it back to a city, then she would have no one overtly interested in hearing her story and no impetus to tell it any way.
(( In the following posts, everyone remember that this is a mature roleplay. As long as it won't directly break forum rules, it will fly.))
The Guard who had been near the girl looked down at her.
Her slim yet filled out figure, the wave of hair that spread from around her lovely, proportional head, her fine features and face. And those eyes, those wonderful eyes of hers.
She batted them at him, her lips parted, as if struggling to make a sound. He took a knee and bent closer to her.
"Madame, are you alright?" He asked. "The Lycan must have left by now."
"Oh, but it was no Lycan," She replied weakly. "It was bandits, they robbed me, cut me with their blades, violated me and left me for dead."
"Guardsmen Peterson, come along, we must go." The one who had gone to the cabin yelled to the other.
His fellow nodded, A look of dread on his face.
"I'm sorry, I...I cannot help you."
He turned to walk away, but she called after him.
"Tell you master my uncle is the prince of Forte de Solitude, he can repay her in men, arms or gold for my return to civilization." She pleaded.
The other guardsmen, Joffrey, swallowed hard as he turned to the Countess.
"The lady claims her uncle to be the Prince of Fort Solitude M'lady, I am sure Monsieur Frankios would pay for her return to the nearest town in any way possible. Should we leave her and he hear of the matter, our Lord sir highness may be quite displeased. My apologies M'lady for informing of this." He swallowed hard again, pure fear now taking place of shock.
General Arant lay in his bed, the warmest, softest furs in the area warming his body. He could have cloth comforters, but fur was his preferred bedding. Bear skin and Lycan skin it was, soft and thick. The snow fell outside his window, it was likely freezing water as it flowed.
He rolled over and looked at sleeping Helda, peaceful and content.
He was a man, and he really did care for her, but he was a man in the shoes of a God. He hated their relations to be private, but to be wedded to a woman who was middle class, and a secretary no less.
He arose from bed. He found his uniform and began to get dressed. Putting on his peaked cap and overcoat, he turned to look at Helda again. Then he walked out the door, not looking back.
Entering his main home, which was made of fine bricks, spruce and oak wood, the General grabbed his riding crop from his coat hanger.
His "Home" was a five floor mansion suitable for a King. It sat atop a hill overlooking the city below. The estate had a river running through it with a small saw mill, a cattle farm, a garden that sported flowers in the summer, and many other facilities, including his office.
Walking to the office, Captain Feurgner came alongside him.
"General, I have ze most urgent of news!" He told Arant.
"Captain Feurner, how have I directed you to speak to me in the mornings?"
The Captain gulped.
"Sorry meigne General, Good morning."
"Good, now you may proceed Lieutenant."
The man was horrified. He would have rather been struck by the crop, but the General knew this.
"Sir, our spy in Landon districts tells us that ze countess of Erinville is on ze move, as if there is to be a meeting."
Arant sighed, he could see his breath as he did so.
"Good, have him infiltrate the meeting and send word back of what is occurring. Zat Countess is... I don't know for sure, but from rumor she seems similar to me..."
"Cruel and angry?" The Captain, now Lieutenant, thought.
"As you command General!" Feurner said, saluting.
"Dismissed." Arant concluded, the man walking away.
"Ze Landons have no idea of the storm that I soon will send them." The General smiled to himself. They had the west and north west, but for a time only.
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