Whirlwind

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

Wren was on her horse when a strange man rode up and asked if they were the queen’s guard, demanding the queen. ”Well, if you demand to see her, then obviously you’ll get taken to her. Because, you know, that’s how things work,” she said mater of factly, as if she were being completely serious, and her face did not betray her with a hint of smile. She didn’t fear the man’s hand on his sword, as she had her own and was more than willing to use it if he drew. If he were stupid enough to. He was stupid enough to simply ride in and demand a royal audience, so he may be dull enough to expect to take on a full group of mercenaries and best them.

She let Rand handle it anyway, telling the man to find Gnarl. ”Gnarl will be the big angry man storming about throwing a hissy fit,” she said, this time with the slightest smirk. It was a bit fun seeing their bear pissed off, even though she knew he had only the best intentions for their group.

Theo ran up next, and she looked at him in surprise. Gnarl hadn’t gotten to him yet? Well, at least she wasn’t the last to know anything. That had to be a plus. She glanced over to Rand as he took Theo aside and explained, looking rather bored and picking at the dirt beneath her fingernails as she waited, seeming to ignore the stranger now. She only looked up when Rand came back and said it was time to go. ”Adieu, Theo,” she said softly, glancing once more over at the man on the horse before following Rand until she was riding next to him.

Once they began their journey, Wren sat atop her horse quietly, but she had trouble with silence. Silence allowed for memories, for remembering. And so she began to whistle a soft sad tune absentmindedly, just to keep some noise hanging in the air.

Alive

Yeah I need Partisan to post hopefully. If not, I'll make another hacker post that can hopefully give those of us still involved something to react to.

Zambambo - A Zombie RolePlay

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Alive

I know the site's been dumb lately but I hope we can keep this going.

Zambambo - A Zombie RolePlay

I do hope they come back, but I know I'd like to start as well.

The Collector

I'm still here.

Zambambo - A Zombie RolePlay

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Darkness Below

Cricket moved slowly through stiff, shocked bodies as the planet before them lit and then was doused, dark and cold. She gritted her teeth in fear, eyes looking for answers that were nowhere around. People began to panic, but she just looked as if she had a great sense of loss about her. For some reason, it felt horrible that the round glowing orb in space was now no longer. She tore her hurt eyes away from the window to look at others. No one looked familiar. No little babies like the one from the picture she had. She swallowed hard and jumped a bit when the crackling started over the intercoms, a voice telling them to follow the yellow lights. She hesitated, but started to follow a group of people headed in that direction. She continuously looked back at the group that was ‘disobeying’ until they were gone, sending her into alarm.

She saw a girl next to her who appeared to be a few years younger put her hands on her head and seem to start hyperventilating, or panicking at the very least. Cricket jogged to the girl and put her hands on her wrists, moving the girl’s hands from her head. Her own eyes were frightened, but she smiled reassuringly, trying to comfort the other woman. ”Don’t worry. Whatever is happening, we wouldn’t still be alive if we were wanted dead. It’ll be alright,” she said softly, gently moving to lead the girl with everyone who was now following the yellow lights, not wanting to find out how or why the others disappeared.

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

Wren spun around as her name was yelled, eyes surprised, and yet other than that showing no expression while Gnarl barked at her and Sikarthis. She frowned deeply at his words, wondering why in the world they were getting arrows, until Gnarl said Lord Eowen was arriving. And they were expected to stay hauled up in the castle until he got there? ”Prisoner?” Wren mumbled, shaking her head. Whatever. She wasn’t a messenger boy. ”Well, seems like our fair lady has made an order dear old bear is not too happy with,” she said quietly, turning to Sikarthis and wondering his take on what they’d just been told. Seemed like the queen didn’t want to fight or continue pressing onward, whatever had happened. In which case, they were glorified castle hands, at least in Wren’s mind.

She sighed and turned to start following Gnarl’s stupid orders when Rand came up. She raised a brow, wondering what he wanted. He didn’t seem nearly as displeased as Gnarl with what was happening. It was… curious. ”Mission of politics?” Wren said, looking like she wanted more information. After a moment, she sighed though and just waved a hand as if to brush off the information. ”Well, have fun prepping the fort, Sikarthis,” she said, not having really spoken with the man before getting interrupted twice. Then again, considering the embarrassing situation he’d walked up on her in, it might have been best.

Looking back to Rand, she pointed towards where their beds were. ”I’ll go get dressed and meet you at the stables then, yeah?” she said, brushing past him without waiting for a yes or no, and going to get her things. She got donned back in her armor, wishing she’d had a moment to go bathe before this little, expedition. But perhaps they would have time along the way anyway. She got her bag and things before walking to the stables, finding Rand’s grand horse and another fit one saddled and ready to go. ”Ah, ahead of the game, is he?” she mumbled, grabbing the reins of the caramel colored steed and climbing on.

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

If the guild cooperates I will post tonight