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Screw it, I'm in. Best way to get back into RPing is to dive in head first right?
Sorry I haven't been able to post in the last little while but my course load has gotten ridiculous over the last couple weeks. If all goes according to plan I should be able to start writing a post Thursday at the latest. Just thought I'd let you all know I'm still alive.
I'd have posted by now if it weren't for all the pre-midterm assignments I'm getting hammered with.
Ronin headed in the direction that the girl had said there were likely to be horses. He arrived at the first house after only a minute or so of walking when he realized how quiet it was. He stopped, listening for anything. No birds or swamp animals, even the other children were out of earshot. Now realizing that he hadn’t heard anything other than his own footsteps or the pounding of Amorachus’ hooves from when he’d awoken to when he reached the town.
“What in the nine hells is doing this?” He said to himself. He suddenly felt shame at cursing, Sir Erikson didn’t approve of him cursing and would have scolded him for doing so.
‘But he’s not here.’ He heard himself think. ‘He’s gone and you’re alone.’
‘NO! I am going to find him and he’s going to be alright.’ He thought, fighting back the fear in his mind.
He opened the large door to the barn, the smell of the animals within knocking him to his senses. He found several pigs in a large pen within the barn, the horse was in its own stall. None of them were making any noise, even as he led the horse out of the barn. He went back in to look for a saddle but found none, only tack for plowing. They weren’t going to be able to ride this one, probably never been trained to carry a rider. He was able to find some bags meant to be slung over the back of a horse and a large bag of feed which he strung to the plow horse. He also found a cellar, gathering what he could for the others to make the journey.
He felt guilty for taking the horse and the food, even if the owners were missing. Remembering something Sir Erikson had said. “There may come a time when your survival and the survival of others, may depend on taking what is not yours. You need to remember that this is for the greater good and do what must be done.”
Those words did little to lessen his guilt, but he managed to go to two more houses with horses. He gathered whatever might be useful and put it on the other two horses, hoping it would be enough for all of them to make it to Loudwater. Ronin returned to the group leading the three horses laden with the supplies he’d gathered. Once the others had returned they made for the western road, only stopping to close the gate behind them with some rope to keep the animals at bay.
They had been walking for a few hours when Ronin began to notice the discomfort of some of the others. They weren’t used to travelling this much on foot. ‘this is going to take longer than I thought.’ Ronin worried.
They stopped at a small clearing along the side of the road with a fallen tree laying through it. The girl with the pack goat flopped to the ground, propping herself against the truck of a tree before dozing off. Ronin couldn’t help but smile a little as he remembered the first time Sir Erikson had taken him travelling with him, how much his feet had hurt after walking on the rough ground for hours. He’d quickly learned the value of good boots when the blisters had begun showing up.
Ronin ate a piece of tough bread, washing it down with several swigs from his water skin when the boy with the staff approached the girl with the goat. He roused her from her semi-conscious state and showed her a map of some sort. He was too far away from them to hear what they were saying but goat-girl became excited when she saw something on the map. He’d ask her about it when they were underway, they were losing time as it was.
Once everyone had finished eating Ronin gathered the leads of the horse, signaling that it was time to begin moving again. Once they were marching along the road once more Ronin moved closer to goat-girl.
“Hi, uh…” Ronin suddenly realized he didn’t know her name, or anyone’s name for that matter. “Sorry I don’t think I’ve introduced myself, I’m Ronin.” He said.
She replied.
“I haven’t got the chance to say this yet but I’d just like to say I’m sorry for what happened to your village.”
‘And what happened to Sir Erikson.’ He pushed the selfish though away, not wanting to feel sorry for himself right now.
“I was meaning to ask, what did you see on that map that got you so excited?”
“What in the nine hells is doing this?” He said to himself. He suddenly felt shame at cursing, Sir Erikson didn’t approve of him cursing and would have scolded him for doing so.
‘But he’s not here.’ He heard himself think. ‘He’s gone and you’re alone.’
‘NO! I am going to find him and he’s going to be alright.’ He thought, fighting back the fear in his mind.
He opened the large door to the barn, the smell of the animals within knocking him to his senses. He found several pigs in a large pen within the barn, the horse was in its own stall. None of them were making any noise, even as he led the horse out of the barn. He went back in to look for a saddle but found none, only tack for plowing. They weren’t going to be able to ride this one, probably never been trained to carry a rider. He was able to find some bags meant to be slung over the back of a horse and a large bag of feed which he strung to the plow horse. He also found a cellar, gathering what he could for the others to make the journey.
He felt guilty for taking the horse and the food, even if the owners were missing. Remembering something Sir Erikson had said. “There may come a time when your survival and the survival of others, may depend on taking what is not yours. You need to remember that this is for the greater good and do what must be done.”
Those words did little to lessen his guilt, but he managed to go to two more houses with horses. He gathered whatever might be useful and put it on the other two horses, hoping it would be enough for all of them to make it to Loudwater. Ronin returned to the group leading the three horses laden with the supplies he’d gathered. Once the others had returned they made for the western road, only stopping to close the gate behind them with some rope to keep the animals at bay.
They had been walking for a few hours when Ronin began to notice the discomfort of some of the others. They weren’t used to travelling this much on foot. ‘this is going to take longer than I thought.’ Ronin worried.
They stopped at a small clearing along the side of the road with a fallen tree laying through it. The girl with the pack goat flopped to the ground, propping herself against the truck of a tree before dozing off. Ronin couldn’t help but smile a little as he remembered the first time Sir Erikson had taken him travelling with him, how much his feet had hurt after walking on the rough ground for hours. He’d quickly learned the value of good boots when the blisters had begun showing up.
Ronin ate a piece of tough bread, washing it down with several swigs from his water skin when the boy with the staff approached the girl with the goat. He roused her from her semi-conscious state and showed her a map of some sort. He was too far away from them to hear what they were saying but goat-girl became excited when she saw something on the map. He’d ask her about it when they were underway, they were losing time as it was.
Once everyone had finished eating Ronin gathered the leads of the horse, signaling that it was time to begin moving again. Once they were marching along the road once more Ronin moved closer to goat-girl.
“Hi, uh…” Ronin suddenly realized he didn’t know her name, or anyone’s name for that matter. “Sorry I don’t think I’ve introduced myself, I’m Ronin.” He said.
She replied.
“I haven’t got the chance to say this yet but I’d just like to say I’m sorry for what happened to your village.”
‘And what happened to Sir Erikson.’ He pushed the selfish though away, not wanting to feel sorry for himself right now.
“I was meaning to ask, what did you see on that map that got you so excited?”
I just realized my character still doesn't know anyone's name, gonna have to fix that.
Sooooo....... Getting a little worried.
Gah! Stupid school projects are eating up all my time. I'm hopeful that tomorrow will be less crazy though so I should be able to get a post done.
Fallout and Ichor just finished filling Sarthis in on the assailant when the car lurched to a stop just outside of an alleyway, Fallout was the first to clamber out of the cramped vehicle. Sarthis was the last one to climb out, stretching from having to fold himself into the small vehicle. A hero he recognized from his dossier as Phantom stepped out from the alleyway. He told them that three others had already made entry.
‘This isn’t good.’ Sarthis thought.
Fallout suggested reinforcements to prevent the target from escaping. Which sounded good to Sarthis. Then Illos started talking. More ranting really. At this point Sarthis doubted he needed a dossier on her at this point. She had little to no regard for others, he’d need to keep an eye on her. She’d likely do something self-serving that would put others at risk. That and her rampant disregard for the lives of others set off more than a few red flags.
‘I don’t think I like her.’
Apparently Ichor had similar thoughts, though he was admittedly more vocal in his reaction. He managed to get himself under control. He said.
“I’ll volunteer for team A. My armor should be able to pick them up if we get close enough.” Sarthis said, he’d be good for a distraction as well but thought he could be more useful looking for the hostages.
‘This isn’t good.’ Sarthis thought.
Fallout suggested reinforcements to prevent the target from escaping. Which sounded good to Sarthis. Then Illos started talking. More ranting really. At this point Sarthis doubted he needed a dossier on her at this point. She had little to no regard for others, he’d need to keep an eye on her. She’d likely do something self-serving that would put others at risk. That and her rampant disregard for the lives of others set off more than a few red flags.
‘I don’t think I like her.’
Apparently Ichor had similar thoughts, though he was admittedly more vocal in his reaction. He managed to get himself under control. He said.
"We won't call the police. There's not much more they can do than draw a crowd at this point. Thal had a good idea; we can get in through the maintenance door. Once we're in, we can split up: Team A causes a distraction, Team B finds the hostages. This guy obviously isn't a complete idiot; he knows we're coming. I can only hope he doesn't know WE know that he knows we're coming."
“I’ll volunteer for team A. My armor should be able to pick them up if we get close enough.” Sarthis said, he’d be good for a distraction as well but thought he could be more useful looking for the hostages.
If it's about posts I should have mine done in a bit.
Sooo... Is Sarthis in the car?
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