SheriffLlama

The House of Powers

Abel "Abe" Parker

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Location: Hallway / Training Room

The time for all of them split into groups arrived, and Abel was put into Irina and Stasya's group, mildly relieved that he was paired with someone he knew and liked. He followed behind the girls as they walked with Nilin towards their room. If he'd had a choice, he would've refused to do whatever ridiculous exercise that they were supposed to do and sat by himself. He wouldn't have minded a bit of extra sleep, if he were being honest.

As they rounded a corner, the girls stepped into one of the empty, rooms. Abel's eye caught sight of a camera at the end of the corridor, which had a green beeping light to show that it was live. On cue, his eyes flashed with a series of code, which translated into the words. "Live Feed - Corridor 5" The cameras feed replaced his own sight and displayed his actions as he stumbled to the side as his head began to sear with pain. As his hand touched the wall to his right, he saw a second flash over codes, which read, "Motion Detected." The pain doubled, causing him to stumble to one knee.

Make - It - Stop! He cried mentally as he squeezed his eyes shut until it hurt. He opened his eyelids for a moment, his vision returning, but the pain remaining. He looked at the camera, gritting his teeth as he desperately waited for it to subside. "Just... stop!" He grunted audibly. Tears brimmed at his eyelids as the pain flashed white hot for a moment, then the camera began to swivel in different directions, as if it were disoriented. Then, all of a sudden, the lens shattered with a faint pop! and a small trail of smoke floated from the lens to the ceiling, like a gun that had just been fired. All at once, the pain subsided, and the flashes of the video feed left him.

He knelt in his place for a moment, staring at the destroy camera. "Whoops." He muttered with a slight smirk. He stood and continued into the room after the girls, not noticing the small trickle of blood that he seeped form his right nostril.

@wolverbells @Thundercrash

Carvings of the Galaxy

@TheMadAsshatter Me reading your post:

Carvings of the Galaxy

@Deserted Level with me here for a moment, and I'll ignore that the fact that you're belittling other people's RL issues.

I might have left if this game was fast paced; but frankly it isn't. I was under the impression that a lot of other people had things withholding them from writing or posting. If I am wrong, I am completely willing to get a post up as soon as I can, even though I didn't think it was necessary for Yazmin to do anything for the time being because all she's doing is fixing a machine.

That being said, I love this game, and I'm more than willing to keep trying, if you and everyone else are.

And if you do decide to move on, I really do wish you good luck, because you seem like a fantastic guy.

Carvings of the Galaxy

@Deserted Best of luck, my friend. I hope you find other people that are worth you time, sorry that we are inconveniencing you Roleplaying career with our petty IRL issues. Best wishes, brother.

Carvings of the Galaxy

@Eru Iluvatar said it wonderfully. I love roleplaying but it has to be low on my priorities, since I've got life to deal with. I'll do my best to get a post up when I can. Patience is a virtue! Good luck to you guys, and I hope we can all get motivated into it again.

Carvings of the Galaxy

Will post as soon as I can. Today or tomorrow, but I have to finish gross real life stuff. *Shudders*

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Short post is short, but it gets things done. That's all that matters amiriteoramirite?

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Rohman of House Okitash

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The knight looked at the young king, as he stood his full height but kept his gaze downward. Despite his nearly fifteen years seniority over the boy, Rohman looked at him with the same respect he'd given his father. He glanced around briefly at the other advisors, but then returned his gaze solely to the king. At his beckon to enlighten them of the status of his province he nodded.

"My liege, it pains me to inform you that a group of treasonous nobles have gathered armies, and have already ignited conflict the borders of Dieuportielle." He began. "The mass has already slain nearly every warrior of House Dwenmer, so it was decided by the Houses, including my father, that I should come to relieve Bastien, for his knowledge in battle is priceless." Had the young man's speech craft not been so tediously trained, his disappointment at the latter revelation would've be unmistakable.

"Lord Garron de Warren has encamped his men on the border, as well as the warriors loyal to his house. The forces of Houses Okitash and Idlenwyn were en route to join him at the time of my departure, but I am sure they have reached their destination, at latest by mid day today." Rohman paused for a brief moment, trying to ignore his desire to be fighting along side his father and brothers. "Sindoras permitting, the combined houses will stop the rebellion before news of their pestilence further reaches your ears, your grace."

With that, Rohman bowed his head and allowed the silence to return to the hall. What the young man chose to omit, were his own worries for the welfare of his brethren and fellow warriors. Aye, the skill of the Dieuportiellian soldiers exceeded that of almost every other province, but number could sometimes overpower skill.

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Should I post next? I didn't think I should since I posted so recently, but I can if need be.

The king is dead, long live the king! [Reboot] [5/7]

Rohman of House Okitash

_{(Knight of the House Okitash of Dieuportielle)}

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Rohman stood in the castle foyer, waiting for the messenger to return. The young man's eyes were shut, and he felt a drop of water roll from his soaked hair, down to over his right eyelid. He wiped the droplets of rain from his face and smoothed his long brown locks against his scalp as he gazed across the torch-lit chamber. The tapestries, the paintings, the mere design of the castle's walls - all of it spoke wealth.

Roman had seen wealth; he'd been raised in it. The spectacles of the castle, therefore, did not intimidate him in the least. Despite his wealth, he understood that all men were under the same sky, which explained why he did not look down on the servant that returned to him, dipping his head in respect.

"Sir Rohman, his majesty thanks you and beckons that you join him and the other advisors in the meeting hall." The servant said.

"My thanks. Are you aware of the status of Sir Bastien de Warren?" The young man spoke in a calm baritone.

"If my ears do not falter, I believe he has just ridden out of the city towards Dieuportielle, sir." The servant said, then politely beckoned him to follow.

The news slightly disappointed Rohman, since he hadn't seen his friend in many months, but the urgency of the situation in their province was such that did not allow for a leader to tarry in his departure. Rohman, himself, would've been aiding the man in his attempts, had his brothers and the other knights of his house not been at arms.

The young man silently carried after the boy, unclipping the chain brooch that held his cloak together at the neck. He removed the dark cloth and folded it over his right arm. Under his cloak was a crimson cape that covered leather riding armor. The cape was the only item he wore that begged of his wealth. Other than such, he looked as a commoner in his dress.

In his stature, however, Romahn was far from a commoner. He was tall and muscled, and his hair was finely groomed. He walked with a confidence that radiated from his body, which moved with an equally impressive swiftness that had been attained over years of training, and visibly begged as much.

The servant looked back briefly at him, and Rohman didn't hesitate to meet eyes with the boy, who quickly turn his gaze frontwards. He slowed at a pair of oak doors, and bowed his head. "The council waits for you." He said.

Rohman nodded again and reached into the folds of his cloak, to the pouch tethered onto his belt. He fished out a small sum of gold coins, enough to purchase a day's worth of food. The boy looked at him in minor awe, receiving the currency as it was handed to him like it were the rarest jewel in the world. "Th-thank you, sir." He mattered.

The Knight nodded simply, drawing no extra attention to the gesture. "Sindoras carry you." He spoke, and sent the boy on his way. He waited a moment and then gingerly pushed the doors inward, exposing the inside of the meeting hall.

As every eye glided to rest on him, Rohman stepped inside. He cared not of the other's glances, but rather bowed his head and marched directly to the young King. Elendin. He respectfully approached and knelt down on one knee, placing his hands on his thigh as he bowed, his cape cascading the ground around him.

"Your great highness, I beg you pardon our recalling of Sir Bastien de Warren, and I bring additional gratitude from the House de Warenne, as well as from my father and House Okitash. He said, his eyes remaining downcast. He fell silent and awaited the young King's word.