Will of Ancaria ( Fantasy RP IC )

[Arkay]

Varro Gemini

Varro eyed Gryffe as he spoke so boldly to Gledian. Varro wasn't so surprised by his words, but more the knife in his hand. Varro slowly reached for the blade of the knife and tried to work it out of his hand. "That isn't helping... however," Varro's eyes settled on Gledian. "I would love to know your plan for us. If it was kill us, then you would have finished us in cave. Care to divulge what you are thinking?" Varro's voice was direct yet not disrespectful. While working the knife out of Gryffe's hand, settled himself on the table, while facing Gledian. With hope, he could get an answer as direct as his question, instead of something more cryptic or incomplete. Varro turned his gaze over to Valerie and shook his head, hoping that she wouldn't retaliate against Gryffe's comment.

[Roran Hawkins]

Roran Hawkins, 27^th post

Roran rubbed his head after receiving another hit from Valerie, but didn't complain. He gritted his teeth when Valerie continued bickering at Gryffe. He liked him just as much as she did, but they had to stay together as 1 cohesive group untill they knew what was going on. He knew he could trust everyone of their little group to a degree, but Valerie wasn't helping in having everyone else trust Gryffe and her. He frowned when Gryffe spoke, insulting Valerie again, and hoped she wouldn't react to it. It was bad enough that the 2 of them staretd bickering yesterday, but if they did again today, he feared that they wouldn't live long. He was curious concerning this training they would undergo though. Despite Gryffe's words, which were somewhat true after all, but exaggerated just to try and seep information out of Gledian, he really was interested in this place and its inhabitants. Roran sighed somewhat relieved when varro managed to wrestle the knife out of Gryffe's hand and trie to ask the same as Gryffe did, but way more direct. He liked that, although it might be smarter to ask it the way Gryffe did. Roran had nothing against haveing a cunning tongue, but being able to be straightforwards at all times as Varro was was admirable. "Allright. Now we're only waiting for Juliet." He said, before knocking on the door of Juliet's room. When he didn't hear any sounds he walked inside and made her wake up gently. He gestured that Gledian was here and that something was about to happen. He quickly returned to the group already gathered in the central room. "She'l be here shortly."

[Gerontis]

Gledian, Head of Hroning

He listened to Gryffe, took a sip of his tea and shruged. He smirked when he saw Gryffe holding the knife, a little twinkle was seen in the eyes of the old man. A shame one of the warriors took it from him. Gledian was curious to see how foolish the boy was and thus taunted him a bit.
''Blablabla...Dear gods..You're quite full with talking weird things. If you are dead inside, it could explain the smell.'' He chuckled and threw a challenging look at Gryffe.

His tone turned to something more serious now. 'Three minutes and then we will start the training. Gryffe, crybaby...Then we can have a little sparring match if you feel for it. But for now, I would gather up the rage...''

He took another sip of his tea and chuckled.

Richard

He said nothing and just waited. Only a little reaction was seen as he suddenly clenched a knife as well. If Gryffe would even try what Richard was thinking, he would try to stop him before he would endanger the whole group. Gledian might look old, but he was surely for some reaons the head of Hroning. Why else would they let him be in charge?

There just something odd about the old geezer. But Richard was glad the others calmed Gryffe down, but for how long?
And match? Richard narrowed his eyes...There was something odd about this all, but he was gettting curious now. Maybe they would see why Gledian was the leader of this place.

[Vuurvos]

Gryffe grinned as he looked at Gledian offering him the chance of a fight. He was right in the middle of turning around and burning Varro's face for taking the knife, but his words stopped him dead in his tracks.''A sparring match? I'll make sure you don't walk out of that barrier, jester, ancient Rindarosian magic is not to be underestimated, especially not that of my family.'' In case Gledian was planning on keeping it a secret that the barrier would stop them from getting any real damage, Gryffe long knew about that. Lots of stuff was hidden in books, you just had to read and understand it.

Nobody in this group knew much of the order, save Richard. But then again, there was something special about Richard. He may've been an insufferable dick when he declared himself leader, Gryffe figured that he must of had a reason to do so.. he was hiding something, just like the others. The difference was, the others hid petty attempts at secrets.. no, his went much deeper than an heritage or such.. he was a weapon.

Gryffe's grin turned quite malevolent as he thought about Richards secret. Then he got back into the real word, staring blankly at Gledian. Staring for a few more seconds, he then marched onwards downstairs, into the big hall where he'd wait for the others to begin their day of training.. and he would begin his ''spar'' with Gledian.