Afina

Your Princess Is In Another Castle

Isabella rose a slender brow as she slipped the dagger which lay in her fingers seamlessly back into its resting place. She looked the woman over for a moment as she pulled the hood of her mantle back, her face as cold as the winters snow, void of any other expression at the mention of the word kidnapper. She drew a long perturbed breath through her thin nostrils before letting it out in a slight huff.

"You are a big mouth," she said in a flat voice as she stepped closer. "I am no kidnapper but I am searching for one. So why don't you sit down and tell me what you know and we can avoid any more conflicts such as the one that you just witnessed," she said as she sat down on a barstool. Her back was straight as she sat there, her long white hair falling down around and framing her features as she crossed one slender leg over the other and rested her hands in her lap.

Seeking Refuge

Killashandra stood there in silence listening, her ears perking at the surrounding sounds of the temple. Or lack there of, it seemed rather silent for such a place even though there was obviously something going on there. Turning slowly she glanced over her bare shoulder back towards the entrance deep in thought if she should just press on or risk a bit of time here. There were a few moments of silence before her head turned back on its swan like neck to look back over towards the woman.

"Perhaps I should listen," she said in a willowy voice, "to the one you speak of, at least for a time." The torch she held continued to burn, a seemingly endlessness in its flame as the it did not burn away as most others would and yet held its constant fire. The only flickering from the tip of the flame that cast shadows about them; ones that did not fall onto the visage of Killashandra herself.

"If you would lead the way, I will follow," she said in a proper tone as she grasped her journal in her free hand, the feathered quill that was pressed into the leather of the spin whipping gently as Killashandra kept her grip on it; holding it close to the dark silk of her bodice.

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@knighthawk Welcome aboard

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@Dragoknighte@Horrid@Luminosity@knighthawk@Afina@TheWizardLizard@Goldeagle1221

Okay, need anyone that hasn't posted since my last post to go ahead and get a post in since we are a new location.

{INSERT WITTY OPENING HERE}

Welcome to Confusedville, straight jackets to the left, padded rooms to the right. The doctor will be in to see you shortly. Enjoy your stay.

Afie~

Heart Of Gold - Firefly Inspired RP - Closed

@knighthawk yup, we're looking to fill a couple of roles

Dick Blackman, The Moose

"Ready as I will ever be it seems," she said as she hetfed her pack onto her back and grabbed her walking stick. The raven swooped down and perched on her shoulder.

Caw

"We're both ready, lead the way," she said motioning towards the door.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Shela

Shela shook her head slightly as she hopped down from the wagon and grabbed her gear. slumping it over her shoulder with a grunt. Holding the pipe between her teeth she puffed on it a few times as she looked around. Her thick brows rose and she quickly removed the pipe from her lips and took a deep breath.

"Jasmine? That be a rare smell out in these parts," she muttered before shrugging again as she clenched the pipe back in her teeth. "Oh well, gonna grab a pint and then set up sleep somes where," she said before wandering over to the old stable/bar.

Stepping over to the rickety bar she climbed up onto a hay bail that was stacked in front of it since there was no proper seating and removed her helmet, putting it on the wooden sheet that was the so called bartop.

"Pint of ale would ya," she said flicking a coin onto the counter.

Eyewing Cave

If the eyewing could screech it would have as the massive club came barreling down on it, catching it along the top of the spherical creature and bringing it to the ground with a thud. The eye bulged but did not burst. The thick leather like lid closed as the acidity ooze pooled beneath it. that which touched the ground hardened but what still clung to the still warm creatures body remained liquid. There would be enough to fill several vials if done carefully.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Okay, just shoot me a cs and will see.