Turbo-Sloth

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

Guinand's head throbbed. Did someone call his name? He wasn't sure. Guinand stalled, still laying there in his bed. He couldn't even remember what had happened, or even where he was. Hopefully, if someone did call his name, it wasn't anything urgent. Besides, if things had been quieter he would have been much more alert. The woods were much quieter and gentler than the cacophony of this... Iron Company. That's right, Guinand was in that one castle. Stag's Rest was it? He couldn't quite think straight, as dream and reality melted together, he couldn't tell quite what was what anymore. That didn't bother him at all...

... But nothing quite woke him up as a man shaking him violently. Guinand's body rattled helplessly as his head snapped into the present situation. The man mumbled something. He even knew him by name. Strange, Guinand thought, he didn't even remember meeting him before. The man barked something about a punishment too, but Guinand was still rather sleepy when he spoke to him. Guinand got down from his bed, gave a quick stretch. As he leaned to his right, he suddenly realized that something WAS happening. His mind suddenly became alarmed, but then he calmed down. If it was important it would probably find him sooner than he'd find it. He grabbed his white tunic, boots, belt, leather vambraces, and his deerskin hood and cloak. He made sure each was well-fastened to his body. Then he grabbed his quiver. He fastened it to the left side of his waist. He reached back down to his personal chest to grab his arrows. He took about twenty or so, and deposited them into his quiver. He took his hunting dagger, and strapped it to his right thigh. He closed the chest, and pulled his longbow from under the bed. He quickly strung it, and slung it over his shoulder.

Guinand realized that this man was still watching him. How rude, Guinand thought, who was accustomed to privacy from his solitary time. These people were stranger than he expected. Nevertheless, Guinand didn't let it get to him. Once ready, he followed the man. They walked down a series of halls and paths until they came upon someone he recognized better. Gnarl was it? Was he the bear? Guinand didn't think he looked much like a bear, not like that other.... thing he saw sporting a loincloth. Yes! There was a man with a loincloth! More was coming back from the previous night. Before Guinand could recall from the muddled mess of memories, Gnarl barked at him to follow him. Guinand still wasn't sure what he was doing. If the man who fetched him had told him, he didn't listen; but now he knew his name was Theodore.

As Gnarl briefed the Queen on the situation, Guinand realized something did happen while he slept. His eyes lit up a little, but he didn't show any emotion, they weren't really in danger he supposed. Seeing Gnarl bowing instantly instigated Guinand to bow too as if by reflex. Guinand hoped he wouldn't be the one to approach the riders. What good did a longbow do on a mounted beast? He couldn't hope to possibly stab someone on horseback. Not that he'd be inclined to. He'd sooner climb the nearest tree and hurl pinecones than attempt something so foolish. Maybe even take a nap up there and devise a plan. His head throbbed at the sound of a nap. Now the Queen told him and Theodore to ready the castle for guests. Guinand didn't know which was worse: dressing up mercenaries as princes or inviting armed men to a tea party. Guinand sighed softly. Maybe he'll be able to go out hunting later on today and relax in the silence. At this thought he smiled to himself. Guinand didn't particularly hate chores, but this day wasn't exactly turning out promising. The thought of doing something familiar relaxed his tense body.

"As you wish, your majesty," replied Guinand, returning to his present predicament. So it was up to him to choose whether he would ride to his death, or deal with whores and disgruntled men. He'd been met with a terrible fate indeed. He felt repulsed at this second choice. He had a special dislike reserved for this kind of debauchery. He turned to Theodore and said, "I suppose I'll ride out and invite these men, I trust you can do a little housekeeping, yes?"

Guinand would rather throw his lot with the pinecones.

Freedom: The Civil War (Assassin's Creed)

Daniel listened, and meanwhile processed the information. It was quite a different thing for him to take a shot at a straw target, let alone a group of men. But an entire fort? It seemed almost unthinkable. Daniel felt a little concerned with their safety, but seeing the dismal condition of the estate he knew that a new accommodations were in order. Then he asked "What group is taking lead?" He knew that no one in their sane mind would put him in the front. Daniel could hold his own against an opponent with a little confidence, but more than too and his chances of survival would diminish exponentially. This was why he probably was placed in the ranged division. Daniel waited for the master's reply.

Freedom: The Civil War (Assassin's Creed)

Crackers for days... Long live Nabisco.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

Shoot, take a small vacation for one day and the RP starts... I'll post soon enough.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Phantom hourglass' final battle was one of the most memorable. I don't know if I enjoyed Spirit Tracks the same though.

Freedom: The Civil War (Assassin's Creed)

Maybe having a map noting troop movements would be nice to find grounding in the world.

Freedom: The Civil War (Assassin's Creed)

A sudden jolt awoke Daniel. His head quickly rose and scanned his surroundings in fear. A sudden pain throbbed in his neck. He sighed, letting out a small groan and rubbed the back of his neck. The cart's wooden wheels clacked and creaked as it rolled over rocks and holes left on the dirt road it was navigating. At some point in this journey he must have fallen asleep. Daniel took a second to orient himself. He looked around, taking note of the gentle farmland he was surrounded by. He saw how the setting sun washed the peaceful vista in a display of orange and red. He sighed, drinking the view in. It had been a while since Daniel had been able to relax ever since his training. By reflex Daniel reached towards a long object hidden underneath a cloth wrapping. Undoing the straps, he pulled out his musket.

It was a fine piece of work. A marvel really. It had taken Daniel many days toiling under the sun to pay for it. Daniel, unlike most people, took pride in his equipment. It was a distinguishing factor. Not only did it help him find an identity in his line of work, but he also knew that this musket wouldn't fail him in his time of need. Daniel set down the musket, and bundled it again to shield it from the elements.

It had been a fair day. The wind blew steadily, and slowly the sun shrank and shrank, until it hid behind the horizon. The temperature slowly dropped, and Daniel felt the growing chill. He drew his hood and huddled a little closer. To his advantage though he finally arrived at his destination. With a snort and a whinny the two cream cart horses halted their movement. The cart creaked once more and stopped. Daniel gathered his meager belonging and vacated the cart. Daniel began to walk towards the only building in a long distance when he was suddenly interrupted.
"Ho there! The master wanted somethin' delivered too!" Shouted the driver, who motioned towards the back with a lantern in hand. Daniel walked over and saw what looked like firewood. He picked up as many as his arms allowed him. Heaving the logs, he thanked the driver who he'd payed with 'greenbacks', and headed towards the building.

The building wasn't quite what he was expecting- but he'd learned to be disappointed often. On his way to the doorstep he could make out a few of the more obvious blemishes in the light. To his left he saw a pile of firewood stacked haphazardly. He gently set down his armful, adjusted his belonging on his back, and opened the door. Inside he hardly had a moment to orient himself before he was directed towards what Daniel assumed was the meeting room. Inside he drank in the scene: a prominent man stood at the head of the table, whom Daniel quickly identified as the leader. The table itself was a dark rich oak, standing out from the meager building he had just witnessed. It had the Assassin's symbol, one he had come to pride himself in, emblazoned on the very center of it.

Daniel watched curiously at the unusual company that was slowly assembling.

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

As it seems, secondary characters have cropped up in order to better populate and flesh out the story a tad. With the introduction of Dawn and Byrne, perhaps we might see other (smaller) noteworthy characters appear? What do you guys think?

Legends of Zelda... and Everyone Else

Impa walked down the stone halls towards the king's chamber. A red carpet lined the the cobbled floor, it still looked the deep shade of rich red. Even after so many years. As she made her way down her feet made no noise upon the carpet. She saw guards walking back and forth. Impa took a quick glance out one of the windows, instantly recalling it was time for guard rotations. As she made her way towards the king's chamber there were fewer and fewer people. When she made it before the doors, Impa paused, listening closely. She took two steps back, and watched a man gently open and close the doors to the king's chamber.

This was the main doctor.
"Is the king's health well?" Questioned Impa. The man was slightly startled. He cleared his throat hastily and said,
"His majesty is doing much, much better," The doctor paused to clear his throat again, "But I am afraid that he won't be able to manage any strenuous tasks for a while." The doctor shrank a little in the silence as Impa thought to herself. She wished that the king could recover swiftly; she was unsure if the princess could continue substituting him in his draining line of work. Then Impa, returning to the present situation, dismissed the man and thanked him for his service to the royal family. The doctor walked down the hallway and eventually disappeared around the corner.

But Impa lingered in front of the doors. She was waiting until she could no longer hear the man's step.
"What have you heard?" Impa asked, as if to the air. Then a shadowy object dropped from the ceiling in a graceful manner. Impa knew her to be Dawn, a fresh recruit who had proved her worth countless times over. She was glad to have someone of that expertise and eagerness on her side. Dawn pulled off her hood, relaxing her body.
"Someone has used the back entrance," Dawn reported, watching for Impa's reaction.
Impa paused. Few people knew the secret way in and out of the castle.
"Have any of the others seen the princess?" Impa asked.
"Mikhael and Rolan haven't seen her. I haven't heard from Byrne yet." Dawn reported.
Impa paused, and smiled to herself. She had some idea of what was going on.
"Then I'm sure she's safe," Impa replied, "You've done well Dawn; go make a final check in the dungeons and take the day off."
Dawn hesitated for a second, bowed, and melted into the same shadows that had hid her a moment ago.
Impa stood there, thinking to herself. If no one has seen the princess, and someone has used the secret entrance, surely Sheik must be accompanying her. Impa, while afraid for the princess' safety, knew that Sheik was capable of defending himself. But just in case, she planned in her mind, I'll send Byrne out to follow the princess. It can't be too hard to find a royal girl and a curious boy wandering around the streets.

Then Impa left, making her way to the main hall.

Queens Guard: the Iron Company [semi-realistic medieval RP]

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