Forett

you ever get that feeling of Deja Vu?

Welcome back!

Samhain Intrigues

Thymund White

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Thymund would look to where Erin was only moments before as Nathaniel had removed her without his permission. Nathaniel’s quick explanation would be met with a fading smile, especially when he made mention that it would be against Thymund’s interest to harm him. Thymund would take a single step forward as Nathaniel would dart away. He had always wondered why Nathaniel was so eager in his attempts to anger him. A favor lost? No, Thymund was not so quick to let such rare things pass. He would not forget this and, fully expecting to be repaid, would remain silent.

Thymund would begin to make his way back through the lower quarter. He would walk with a relaxed posture, eyes wandering through the crowd as he observed the various persons meandering about. He was not wearing a disguise due to the earlier incident, however he knew that most individuals here knew of his reputation. His eyes were searching for any familiar faces that may be wanted among the courts. He was also one to frequent street vendors, often glancing over the wares of anyone who happened to near him.

Samhain Intrigues

Happens a lot more than I would ever care to admit.

Samhain Intrigues

I'm always up Forett...

...Heh..

Samhain Intrigues

Thymund White

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Thymund would remain vigilant as he made his way forward with Erin. His thoughts were well hidden behind his indifferent facial expression, however his eyes and ears were kept well open as the journey quickly drew near a place he was well more than familiar with. “Ah, I see you are still breaking rules. Can you at least be polite to a new arrival? She has had quite the long day and simply wishes to know why she is here.” It was unclear if Thymund was serious, or if he was openly mocking Erin. Given his body language the girl was more than safe standing beside her.

Thymund accepted nathanials greeting, although he did not seem to like being called brother by this individual, he let it go. “She is no snack, just to make sure that I am clear. At least, I was not informed that she was. You know that is not our decision, even if you would otherwise enjoy the choice.” Thymund seemed lax as he spoke, as though his guard was lowered.

Samhain Intrigues

I should have a post up soon.

Samhain Intrigues

:c

After The Fall Of Camelot; The Broken Citadel

I'm alive. kinda.

After The Fall Of Camelot; The Broken Citadel

Davrem

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Davrem would wait for the two conversing to finish before so much as breathing. He did not enjoy traveling this way, his usual method of transportation did not involve strange magics and instantly whisking from one place to the next. He would beat his armor lightly as he looked down at himself after Morgan’s leave. Slowly the shadows would fade from him, as though he were beating dust from his leathers after a long days ride. Standing before the party was yet another man, although this man was not as tall as most knights present.

Davrem was hardly a Sir, in fact he looked to be nothing like a knight. On his side was a long handled small headed hammer that looked only just heavy enough to be useful as a weapon. On his arm was a decent sized round shield that seemed to be plastered with crudely made paints that formed a strange orange symbol. On his left hip hung a large dagger, likely used for hunting. If it were not for the well made buckles and knee guards, one could easily mistake him for a barbarian.

As the shadows faded completely, his figure could be easily seen in full color. His armour? Well, he did not wear much for armor. Where his shield could not cover he had studded leather with iron rings and several small scavenged plates to give guard for his other arm. His shield was well made, however it’s age shown greatly as it had seen many a good fight- and looked ready to see a great many more thanks to its owner’s care. He wore a red cloth around his waist leaving only his shield arm bare. His long beard shown the life of a man who spent little time around others. His hair was longer than his beard, however he had enough sense to tie it in a ponytail so that it would not get in the way during a fight.

Davrem let out a grunt before moving his hand to shoo away the feathers. “Magic. Hrrn.” He would look around, as though he had only just arrived. Having well heard what Morgan had said, he quickly shot out a gruff “Names Davrem. Don’t gotta last ‘n.”. He looked around, having no idea what had been going on only moments before. He looked very comfortable despite having just appeared through shadows, however he still had a light black swirl in his ponytail that he had missed.

Samhain Intrigues

Get better or.. or I'll beat you up!

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