Sightles

When the Flames Die

The procession of knights eventually made it to the Tower, without any problems, which actually surprised Thomas. One of the knights unlocked the door, and the entire duty of knights filed in. Some knights bore faces of self-congratulation, others stayed stone faced, and still others seemed still slightly confused on why they arrested the Regent, "Sir Jason, Sir Lewyn. You'll accompany me to the study in order to interogate Wallace. The rest of you stay prepared." Thomas ordered, as he yanked Wallace up the stairs to the top of the Tower, his grip growing tighter, and more stern. Sir Jason, and Sir Lewyn filed in behind up, ascending the stairs slightly behind Thomas. Once they made it to the top, Thomas shoved Wallace through the door, which Thomas had left slightly opened, with enough force to cause Wallace either to crash into something, or fall down.

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"Take the rope and find a way out of the Palace, but not right here." Pyper explained, as he still held the sword towards the guard, "Don't trust any of the Palace Guardsmen you see, and don't tell anyone where you're going. Make sure you find a empty place to leave, they can't watch everywhere." Pyper further went on, as he looked back at Feril for a moment, "Remember, food, water, and a horse." He reminded her, before looking back at the guard, making sure to stand firmly between him and Feril Tatchet, "Why is the Palace Guard out here? The bells came from the Tower of the Thistle. That always mean internal issue, not external." He asked, slightly lowering his sword as he did so.

When the Flames Die

Thomas looked down at Wallace's hands, and shook his hand, reaching out and grabbing Wallace by the scruff of his neck, pulling him somewhat gently along with him as they exited the room. Sure enough, the Order of the Thistle knights were all still in their positions, looking for any threat that may be coming in. Thomas glanced around, examining all of his knights, before speaking up, "Sir Walden, I want you to take Sir Issac, Sir Bull, and Sir Sven and go to the King. Relieve the Palace Guard from their defensive duties, and have them sent here, to guard Wallace's study." Thomas commanded, as he yanked Wallace forward, advancing as he did, "The rest of you, we're heading back to the Tower." Sir Walden had already started to make his exit with the three other knights, as the rest of the knights formed a square around Thomas and Wallace. Thomas made eye contact with the Regent, before advancing "Are you ready to die for your cause?" Thomas asked, gruffly, shoving Wallace forward.

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Sir Pyper judged the man, taking a moment to judge the situation, before looking back at Feril at motioning with his hand for her to follow up to him. Sword still drawn, Pyper reached behind him, and grabbed a rope he had attached to the back of his belt, and dropping it on the ground. sword still raised to the guard. Pyper didn't exactly like how easily the guard had given up, but now wasn't the time to worry about semantics. He had a clear way to get Feril out, before leaving himself.

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ravenDivinity said
You're really making me exasperated, Sigh.

I'm about to make you really exsanguinatied

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Louis smirked back, with childish like mannerisms, digging his hand into his pocket. He turned back to the friendly woman, and tossed the pouch back, "A joke." He said, chuckling slightly, desperately hoping not to earn the kind woman's ire, "So, madam, what be yer name?" Louis had never seen a woman quite like her. Louis had grown up mainly around Dorthan, and had only scarcely seen other races where he grew up, but he had heard plenty of stories and descriptions to make a well-enough guess that the woman was in fact not Dorthan.

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You don't want to mess with Double C and his crew, Rae.

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ravenDivinity said
Hardly even. Really it's just a group of dull tools.

You take that back!

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I put her pouch in my pocket. Louis did take her money. :P

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Louis traced his eyes to where the pouch had came from, looking over to the gracious woman, "Many a thanks, ma'am." Louis said with a smile, as he looked down at the pouch, "You've made three adventurers very happy!" He said, as he pulled three coppers from the pouch, and placed it on the table, and pocketed the other pouch, with a straight look on his face, "Anything we can do to thank you, miss?" He asked, as he imagined all the things they could buy for the ship with the extra money. Maybe they could pay for an actual flag to be made for them, so they wouldn't be a flagless vessel.

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"Why, Mister Rarden, you're taller than me a think, if not the same height, you-" Louis was cut short as he saw the horrified look on Rarden's face, as he fully realized what the young man meant, "Very well, as is good lads. Yer Captain Caesar will figure something out." He said, his voice unwavering, and confident. On the inside, Louis had no idea what he was going to do, but he knew full well that Fitch didn't have a copper to his name. They'd eat, then figure out a payment method, "Surely an establishment such as the Salted Chicken would be willing to do a trade of sorts." Louis said, as he glanced around the restaurant.,

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Louis smiled, as he lead the trio's charge to the table the waitress had pointed out. Taking a seat, he glanced around the room, easily spotting a girl with long, long red hair, and wearing all black, "Who goes out in public like that?" Louis whispered to his crewmen, almost giggling to himself, as he pulled out all the money he had in his pocket. 21 copper pieces. He grimaced, "Lads, did you bring any of yer money from the ship onto land? Yer good friend Caesar is short a couple pieces of copper." He said, with a sheepish smile. Louis took his tricone, and placed it neatly on the table in front of him, allowing his him to scratch his hair.