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The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Tomas watched as Amber followed Gregar out. She had put on leather armour, as always, but he'd opted for some light cloth. The arrow had shot right into his calf and ripped it on the side.

He was hiding under the table. He looked around the room. The guards were fighting each other, indistinguishable as to whom was on whom's side. He grabbed a carving knife off a nearby chicken and got up. He saw a clear path to the Battlemaster, who was fighting two men at once. One was a guard, the other was the General of the army. He'd not turned his cloak, Tomas was grateful for that, as he was the man Amber trusted most besides him.

He staggered towards the fight and tried to stab the battlemaster. A quick parry slammed the knife out of his hand, and another blow sent him out of the way. Horvik the Battlemaster slashed again, slitting the guard's throat and smashing General Turnham's jaw in one go. A thin spurt of blood splattered on his face, which he let trickle down. Turnham was on the floor, his jaw completely ripped off, writhing.

Tomas leapt forward and jumped on Horvik. He had leather armour under his cloak, he could feel it. They both fell to the ground, and he tried to punch the battlemaster in the face. But he was too quicK. The sword flashed again and cut his arm. Tomas recoiled as Horvik tried another swing, bringing the flat of the sword on his shoulder. Tomas realised he was going to die. Nuns always told tales of your life flashing in front of your eyes. But Tomas only saw death. That grin on Horvik's face. The blood of good men on his face. And Amber. The only person who ever loved him.

Tomas turned. The sword slammed into his hip, but he didn't cry out. He grabbed a knife and brought all his force down on the Battlemaster. The sword stopped and caught in his armour. "Fuck!" was all he had time to say, before his hand spun around and knocked Tomas off his feet. As the blade slid out of his hip, his vision went fuzzy and the searing pain went away.

Someone let out a roar. The General had gotten up, and was wrestling with Horvik on the ground. Tomas got up. "A bastard and a coward. This'll make a good song," he though, and ran out through the open gates.

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Amber followed Gregar, who had grabbed her arm. She paused briefly at the servant, who she could vaguely recall having seen before. "You shall be knighted for this," she commented briefly. The insurrectors had killed a few horses, but not harmed hers or Tomas'. She saw he hadn't followed her. Stubborn fool. If he got killed she couldn't forgive herself.

She gingerly tried a few steps with the horse. "Woah, there," she said. The horse stopped. Satisfied that she'd manage not to fall off, she kicked the horse and followed after Gregar.

The Curse of the Crown [1 OPEN spot]

Bron nodded at the Prince. They had seen each other but a few weeks ago, so he dispensed with any formalities.

He'd never liked wolves, or dogs. They were only loyal so long as you fed them, and he'd seen plenty starving dogs go rogue on their masters. He tightened his grip on his scabbard, despite the animal walking off, but didn't let his face betray his emotions. He'd gotten good at that, as a Hvar-täk player.

So this woman was Shi'larra. He'd only heard Edgar speak of her, and was, to tell the truth, expecting what you'd hear in a child's tale. An elderly crone with a pointy hat. She was quite the opposite, she looked younger than Bron, and was strikingly beautiful. He paid no mind to that and instead spoke for the first time since his arrival.

"Why should we listen to you... Sorceress? You've given us no proof of your intentions, nor any reason to trust you. I'm not even sure why I've been summoned half across the fucking country, or who's chasing us. Or indeed what."

The Curse of the Crown [1 OPEN spot]

The RP's dead in any case.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Do you have a skeleton relationship sheet?

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Amber nodded. She beckoned to one of the guards next to her, the Captain of the Guard, the man she trusted most after Tomas. "Please find lodgings for our good friend Lord Gregar. I should think my father's chambers are in order," she said. She hoped he would not be modest and refuse. The truth was most of the other chambers were now full, the royal one being among the few empty ones. She had chosen to keep her old room, and her brother and Tomas both avoided the royal chambers, leaving it unused.

No one seemed shock at offering the old Duke's chambers, as Gregar was a reknowned nobleman and fighter. Amber thought for a second, then added "We'd be glad to entertain you for the night and tomorrow. Will you dine with us in the hall?". She made a mental note to ask the cooks to prepare a feast tonight, in honour of their guest. A few bards could be in order. She'd have to find a maid to see to the seating, as well.

The Guard Captain came back to stand next to the queen. The manservant he'd brought came next to Gregar, waiting for his answer before bringing him to his chambers.

Game of Thrones: A Web of Lies

Come on guys, it's the opportunity to do the IC ^^

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Can't be arsed more like.

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Amber sat back in her throne. She was holding court, and listening to the local people's pleas or comments, as was customary to do once in a while. Next to her, in chairs of their own, the advisors stood watch, occasionally making a remark or giving a piece of advice. Her father had chosen them, but had told her not to trust them. The promise of gold makes even the most pious monk betray and connive, he'd said to her. Tomas seemed to agree with him, and often asked her to get rid of them. But she did rely on them. And after all, they were possibly both just being paranoid, as the kingdom was still standing and her heart still beating.

She sat quite comfortably with her legs crossed, leaning on one arm to the side of her throne. In her free hand she held a chalice of wine, which she occasionally took sips out of and otherwise swirled around. Habits picked up from watching her father do the very same thing while holding court. She hoped she looked presentable, as she had spent quite a long time getting ready to appear in public. She'd let her auburn hair fall down to her shoulders, and was wearing her leather tabard and boots, as usual. The nuns in the palace kept trying to convince her to wear a dress, but she found them uncomfortable and unempowering. She heard the clink of metal and footsteps from outside, and the door opened. A guard ran in and bowed.

"Milady, Gregor the Oakheart of House Weade is here to see you."

"Bring him in then," she said. The guard next to her nodded and walked towards the now thin line of farmers, the metal of his armour clinking, filling the empty sound of the courtroom. He made them clear to the side to wait for the arrival of the Lord. Not many people had showed up that day. In the audience she could see a few barons, some close friends, guards, and of course, Tomas. He looked bored, scratching his beard. She had told him he didn't have to come, as she knew it bored him, but he had insisted. He could be so stubborn. He seemed more interested in the young widowed Marquess next to him, who was blushing, than the arrival of the Lord.

Gregar walked in. "Lady Rossric," he said, his lips forming into something he perhaps thought was a smile. It was a false smile, that was for sure. "The last time I saw you, you were throwing a temper tantrum at your father."

She saw Tomas raise an eyebrow out of the corner of her eye. She smiled, remembering the incident. She would have been around five, making him seven or eight.

"And you fell off your horse while learning to ride," a poor comeback, as she couldn't ride either, but that day had made her giggle so much that she remembered it vividly.

She saw Gregor look around the room. He was making eye contact with most of the people in the court. He was quite handsome, she thought. He was broad shouldered and had a handsome face, though it was lined with hard work and sleeplessness. She had seen this in her own father, the same restlessness. Especially in the eyes.

Lone Star (Sci-Fi/Space Exploration/Criminal) - Party Full

I'm willing to join, is there space for a pilot?

The Age of Blades [ALWAYS ACCEPTING]

Is it primordial to have a map?