I'm not saying I disapprove, just was not anticipating gay horses.
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Did I read that correctly? Are there gay horses in our RP?
I might have Tahra save him...we'll see...he did just burn her without warning.
If/when Tahra and Ian kiss and Logan finds out, he will be pissed.
If/when Tahra and Ian kiss and Logan finds out, he will be pissed.
Tahra took up the lead, having a silent argument with Logan who reluctantly took up the rear, just in case the sealed hatch did not stay that way. The tunnel, as Ian had said, lead to the outskirts of the city. Tahra held up her hand to signal to the others to stop, her elven hearing allowing her to hear the distant footfalls of soldiers, no doubt searching the city for her.
Silently she drew the bow off her shoulder, leaving the arrows in her quiver for now. “Stay here. If I’m not back in a few minutes head to the forest, the elves are still your safest option.”
Before Logan could argue with her Tahra had left the safety of the tunnel. She stayed in the shadows, moving silently as she stalked the soldiers on patrol, looking for her and her companions. They were the only things standing between them and the safety of the wilderness outside the city. There were five of them, she could go back for Logan but despite the man’s military prowess he had a hard time being quiet and sneaky. No, it would be better for her to handle this herself.
Tahra climbed atop a house that gave her a good vantage over the soldiers, waiting until one of them started to straggle behind the others. Stealthily she dropped down behind the soldier, he hadn’t even heard her feet hit the ground just inches behind him when suddenly he found his air supply cut off by Tahra’s bow. He struggled and Tahra fought hard not to lose control of the situation, his body eventually falling limp once he had suffocated to death. Tahra drug his body into the shadows, relieving his body of his coin purse Tahra moved on to the next soldier.
Logan paced irritably at the entrance of the tunnel. Tahra hadn’t been gone too long, but ten minutes felt like an eternity. “You two can go on if you want, I’m going to wait for the Princess here.”
Logan drew his sword when he could hear someone making their way straight to where they were hiding, he pushed the small boy back further into the tunnel.
Tahra had taken four of the soldiers down without incident. One left to go, but he had just realized that he had not heard from his compatriots in some time – it was too quiet. He turned around as Tahra was making her approach to assassinate him as she had the others. He lunged at her, knocking her bow from her hands and the two wrestled on the ground. The soldier was heavier than her and eventually had her pinned beneath him, his hands wrapped tightly around her throat, crushing her windpipe.
“The King doesn’t care if you come back dead or alive.” He snarled at her before running his hand down her face. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with you first. I’m sure I’ll be the only man to say he had the Princess.”
Tahra was searching desperately for anything to attack the man with, her hand closing around a brick before she slammed it into the side of his head. She rolled away from him, coughing violently as she tried to gulp down as much air as she could while crawling away, hoping to put distance between her and the soldier.
He pounced on Tahra again, infuriated that she had attacked him, she felt a small blade sink into her side. Instead of dropping to the ground as he anticipated she threw her elbow back as hard as she could, hearing the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking. She pulled the dagger out of her ribcage and sank in into the man’s throat before pulling it out, wiping it clean on his uniform before taking the sheath for the dagger along with the coins he had on him.
She pressed her hand to the wound on her side and winced, she would have to take care of it later. She wiped the blood off her hand and tore a strip of cloth from her undershirt to stuff into the wound for now. She made her way back to the tunnel.
“It’s me! It’s just me. I took care of the guards. Now is our chance to leave the city.”
Tahra didn’t wait for argument, they needed to leave before more guards came. She led them as far away from the city into the woods as she could before she had to stop. They would be safe for the night. Logan built a fire while Tahra sat with her back against a log, holding Jaques in her lap, hoping to coax the boy to sleep. He didn’t need to keep watch, the adults could do that, and he was suffering from a terrible hangover. Tahra stared into the dancing flames, absentmindedly stroking Jaques hair as she began to sing. She had a beautiful voice but there was an undercurrent of sadness to it as she sang, she was singing the lullaby her mother used to sing to her.
“Te tye ni túl -o ana túl coiv- yare ni anta ar ni lar- ve a manen anann care- tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea, na- ullúme fárea? Manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye up ni slip -esse caima yare tye're lorna ana hold tye close ar feel your súle tar'll n- so limbe ana - ni'll -esse a ól- as tye manen anann - tye mére- ana-? Na- ullúme fárea, na- ullúme fárea? Manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye ve tye ráne- ter- sina -esse -o ilya vana tye pole- hendu yare tye're miles au- ar lar- mime óma ve a manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea, na- ullúme fárea? Manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye.”
She gently moved Jaques so she could get up, finding a spot where Logan couldn’t see her. She pulled the cloth out of her wound and winced.
Silently she drew the bow off her shoulder, leaving the arrows in her quiver for now. “Stay here. If I’m not back in a few minutes head to the forest, the elves are still your safest option.”
Before Logan could argue with her Tahra had left the safety of the tunnel. She stayed in the shadows, moving silently as she stalked the soldiers on patrol, looking for her and her companions. They were the only things standing between them and the safety of the wilderness outside the city. There were five of them, she could go back for Logan but despite the man’s military prowess he had a hard time being quiet and sneaky. No, it would be better for her to handle this herself.
Tahra climbed atop a house that gave her a good vantage over the soldiers, waiting until one of them started to straggle behind the others. Stealthily she dropped down behind the soldier, he hadn’t even heard her feet hit the ground just inches behind him when suddenly he found his air supply cut off by Tahra’s bow. He struggled and Tahra fought hard not to lose control of the situation, his body eventually falling limp once he had suffocated to death. Tahra drug his body into the shadows, relieving his body of his coin purse Tahra moved on to the next soldier.
Logan paced irritably at the entrance of the tunnel. Tahra hadn’t been gone too long, but ten minutes felt like an eternity. “You two can go on if you want, I’m going to wait for the Princess here.”
Logan drew his sword when he could hear someone making their way straight to where they were hiding, he pushed the small boy back further into the tunnel.
Tahra had taken four of the soldiers down without incident. One left to go, but he had just realized that he had not heard from his compatriots in some time – it was too quiet. He turned around as Tahra was making her approach to assassinate him as she had the others. He lunged at her, knocking her bow from her hands and the two wrestled on the ground. The soldier was heavier than her and eventually had her pinned beneath him, his hands wrapped tightly around her throat, crushing her windpipe.
“The King doesn’t care if you come back dead or alive.” He snarled at her before running his hand down her face. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have some fun with you first. I’m sure I’ll be the only man to say he had the Princess.”
Tahra was searching desperately for anything to attack the man with, her hand closing around a brick before she slammed it into the side of his head. She rolled away from him, coughing violently as she tried to gulp down as much air as she could while crawling away, hoping to put distance between her and the soldier.
He pounced on Tahra again, infuriated that she had attacked him, she felt a small blade sink into her side. Instead of dropping to the ground as he anticipated she threw her elbow back as hard as she could, hearing the satisfying crunch of his nose breaking. She pulled the dagger out of her ribcage and sank in into the man’s throat before pulling it out, wiping it clean on his uniform before taking the sheath for the dagger along with the coins he had on him.
She pressed her hand to the wound on her side and winced, she would have to take care of it later. She wiped the blood off her hand and tore a strip of cloth from her undershirt to stuff into the wound for now. She made her way back to the tunnel.
“It’s me! It’s just me. I took care of the guards. Now is our chance to leave the city.”
Tahra didn’t wait for argument, they needed to leave before more guards came. She led them as far away from the city into the woods as she could before she had to stop. They would be safe for the night. Logan built a fire while Tahra sat with her back against a log, holding Jaques in her lap, hoping to coax the boy to sleep. He didn’t need to keep watch, the adults could do that, and he was suffering from a terrible hangover. Tahra stared into the dancing flames, absentmindedly stroking Jaques hair as she began to sing. She had a beautiful voice but there was an undercurrent of sadness to it as she sang, she was singing the lullaby her mother used to sing to her.
“Te tye ni túl -o ana túl coiv- yare ni anta ar ni lar- ve a manen anann care- tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea, na- ullúme fárea? Manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye up ni slip -esse caima yare tye're lorna ana hold tye close ar feel your súle tar'll n- so limbe ana - ni'll -esse a ól- as tye manen anann - tye mére- ana-? Na- ullúme fárea, na- ullúme fárea? Manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye ve tye ráne- ter- sina -esse -o ilya vana tye pole- hendu yare tye're miles au- ar lar- mime óma ve a manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea, na- ullúme fárea? Manen anann - tye mére- ana n? Na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye na- ullúme fárea? 'martime- ni'm tye.”
She gently moved Jaques so she could get up, finding a spot where Logan couldn’t see her. She pulled the cloth out of her wound and winced.
Tahra and Logan followed Ian into the escape tunnel where Ian placed the past out drunken boy on the floor. He sealed the hatch behind them, the others would not be able to follow. Tahra understood but she didn’t like it.
“What do we do now? We clearly can’t stay here.”
Logan instinctively placed himself between Tahra and the way forward since the way behind them was sealed off.
“Ian, lead the way,” Tahra motioned down the tunnel. “We stick to the plan. The others know where we’re going, they’ll find us or do things on their own.”
Just then Jaques woke up. Tahra stifled a laugh when the boy threw up on Logan’s boots. “You didn’t miss much, just the Royal Guard finding us and attacking. No clue where we are now, some escape tunnel. You are, unfortunately, safe with us for the moment.” Logan kicked the vomit off on the side of the tunnel wall and give Tahra a quizzical look as she gave him a warning glare.
Tahra bent down as though she were checking on the boy, rubbing his back soothingly. “Don’t worry Princess Rosalind, your secret is safe with me. The others just assumed you were drunk and nothing more.”
“What do we do now? We clearly can’t stay here.”
Logan instinctively placed himself between Tahra and the way forward since the way behind them was sealed off.
“Ian, lead the way,” Tahra motioned down the tunnel. “We stick to the plan. The others know where we’re going, they’ll find us or do things on their own.”
Just then Jaques woke up. Tahra stifled a laugh when the boy threw up on Logan’s boots. “You didn’t miss much, just the Royal Guard finding us and attacking. No clue where we are now, some escape tunnel. You are, unfortunately, safe with us for the moment.” Logan kicked the vomit off on the side of the tunnel wall and give Tahra a quizzical look as she gave him a warning glare.
Tahra bent down as though she were checking on the boy, rubbing his back soothingly. “Don’t worry Princess Rosalind, your secret is safe with me. The others just assumed you were drunk and nothing more.”
@Zetsuko@Lemons@IncredibleBee@Dodi do 900@Cuccoruler I am working on a post now. I'm off work today and tomorrow. Is anyone interested in co-GMing? I would prefer someone who is relatively active who can take care of things when I'm not around because of work. I will also be going on vacation for 10 days mid may (I'll still be able to post but I'm not sure how often). I know I didn't tag everyone in this post but I just tagged who had a CS up in the character tab. The co-gm position is open to all players. PM me if interested.
I still haven't read IC but generally if you want your character to do something do it, just don't auto hit people (NPCs are generally an exception). I'm pretty laid back as a GM but I can make6 a list of rules if need be. As far as what I think occured, that's my bad for not post in something OOC. I fell asleep and forgot but had meant to post before the guard raid. I'll take a more in depth look at things when I get home around 1100 EXT.
If there is anything you want me to know or feel you have a problem with (with me, with one of the players, with the plot or your life in general) please PM me.
If there is anything you want me to know or feel you have a problem with (with me, with one of the players, with the plot or your life in general) please PM me.
OOC
Have not read the posts yet but PIC chat is interesting....I will be on tomorrow some time. It's my last overnight shift for the week so after 10 AM I will be off till Wednesday.
@Zetsuko feel free to post. I may not post till Monday depending on how tired I am. Feel free to auto post Tahra or Logan (You can always ask me about what you want them to do if you're unsure)
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