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Sorry partners! I’ve been exhausted lately. I will try to have posts out soon. :)
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Sorry for slow responses, this holiday weekend has been crazy busy for me. I will for sure be getting replies out tonight if not for sure tomorrow! :)
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I will be offline until tomorrow that’s when I will also get back to replies! :) Happy 4th to all my fellow Americans!
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Apologies to my RP partners, I was away from my computer most of the day and I'm exhausted. Replies will resume tomorrow. :)
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Faline's gaze flicked between Gus' face and the coin in his hand. The coin was of a similar origin as the tokens the rest of them received by their predecessors. His was of the Illusionist Rogue. This rogue spoke highly of the man who was his mentor. It was clear that he was an ally of sorts. "Dorian would be better at answering your questions than I would. We have been chosen in some odd way to pick up the mantle while our mentors figure out the Duskrot plaguing Vradia," she informed as she put her bow in its sling on her back.
The half-Elvian woman arched an eyebrow at the man on a gray horse, shouting at them from a good twenty feet away. "I am Faline, obviously an archer and dagger enthusiast. This is Dorothea. Although, I'm not sure if she will make the journey in this condition." She gestured to the passed-out mage on the ground. "We weren't hired to take out the bandits. We were headed to the ruins of the Hiemaquas Dragonian tribe," Faline replied to the horse rider and turned to see Amandine holding a dead bird in her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Amandine, that is pheasant. Not Simbel," the redhead clarified with a sigh as she glanced at the sky where Simbel had disappeared. She hoped that the Elvian woman was okay. "You can eat the pheasant. Just please roast it first. You don't know what that bird has eaten or where it has been," Faline explained to the little monk woman before she turned to Torsten.
"We should rest here, burn the bodies, and send word to Dorian. Someone will need to take Dorothea back to the tavern and let him know that Simbel has gone. Plus, if any of those bandits had Duskrot in them, we'd be fighting a whole different enemy in the middle of the night," she gazed out to the slough of bandits that littered the meadow and the treeline of the woods.
The fiery woman sat her pack down on the ground. Faline placed her hands on her hips as she whistled. A snow-white owl soon appeared and landed on her shoulder as she knelt down to rummage through her pack. She tore a piece of parchment from her journal to quickly write a message to the head of the mercenary group.
"Everyone, this is Athens. Athens, say hello, and no, Amandine, you can't eat him," Faline introduced the raptor bird to the group. She peered into her owl's snowy eyes. 'Give this letter to Dorian. Let him know that he needs to come to collect Dorothea. When we leave to continue, stay with her until he arrives,' she told the bird through her connection with him. Athen ruffled his feathers and let out a squawk as a response of acceptance. Once Faline tied the message to Athens' right leg, he took off, soaring back to town.
As the group rested and the bodies of their enemies burned, Faline couldn't help but get the strangest feeling that they were being watched. Not in a physical sense, but almost as if someone was scrying them, watching from afar. With Dorothea and Simbel both gone, the two members seemed as if they weren't ready for the responsibility bestowed upon them. Not that Faline felt she was any more worthy of being a part of the Oath of the Concealed.
Faline saw Dorian ride up with a few extra men. She stood up from the rock she was sitting upon and strode over as he hopped off his horse. "A pretty amazing feat for a group that hadn't met each other before. My men and I will finish up here. You lot continue on," he instructed as he bent down and picked up the still-sleeping Dorothea. Dorian carefully placed Dorothea in the wagon brought by one of his men.
Faline's gaze flicked between Gus' face and the coin in his hand. The coin was of a similar origin as the tokens the rest of them received by their predecessors. His was of the Illusionist Rogue. This rogue spoke highly of the man who was his mentor. It was clear that he was an ally of sorts. "Dorian would be better at answering your questions than I would. We have been chosen in some odd way to pick up the mantle while our mentors figure out the Duskrot plaguing Vradia," she informed as she put her bow in its sling on her back.
The half-Elvian woman arched an eyebrow at the man on a gray horse, shouting at them from a good twenty feet away. "I am Faline, obviously an archer and dagger enthusiast. This is Dorothea. Although, I'm not sure if she will make the journey in this condition." She gestured to the passed-out mage on the ground. "We weren't hired to take out the bandits. We were headed to the ruins of the Hiemaquas Dragonian tribe," Faline replied to the horse rider and turned to see Amandine holding a dead bird in her hands. She squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Amandine, that is pheasant. Not Simbel," the redhead clarified with a sigh as she glanced at the sky where Simbel had disappeared. She hoped that the Elvian woman was okay. "You can eat the pheasant. Just please roast it first. You don't know what that bird has eaten or where it has been," Faline explained to the little monk woman before she turned to Torsten.
"We should rest here, burn the bodies, and send word to Dorian. Someone will need to take Dorothea back to the tavern and let him know that Simbel has gone. Plus, if any of those bandits had Duskrot in them, we'd be fighting a whole different enemy in the middle of the night," she gazed out to the slough of bandits that littered the meadow and the treeline of the woods.
The fiery woman sat her pack down on the ground. Faline placed her hands on her hips as she whistled. A snow-white owl soon appeared and landed on her shoulder as she knelt down to rummage through her pack. She tore a piece of parchment from her journal to quickly write a message to the head of the mercenary group.
"Everyone, this is Athens. Athens, say hello, and no, Amandine, you can't eat him," Faline introduced the raptor bird to the group. She peered into her owl's snowy eyes. 'Give this letter to Dorian. Let him know that he needs to come to collect Dorothea. When we leave to continue, stay with her until he arrives,' she told the bird through her connection with him. Athen ruffled his feathers and let out a squawk as a response of acceptance. Once Faline tied the message to Athens' right leg, he took off, soaring back to town.
As the group rested and the bodies of their enemies burned, Faline couldn't help but get the strangest feeling that they were being watched. Not in a physical sense, but almost as if someone was scrying them, watching from afar. With Dorothea and Simbel both gone, the two members seemed as if they weren't ready for the responsibility bestowed upon them. Not that Faline felt she was any more worthy of being a part of the Oath of the Concealed.
Faline saw Dorian ride up with a few extra men. She stood up from the rock she was sitting upon and strode over as he hopped off his horse. "A pretty amazing feat for a group that hadn't met each other before. My men and I will finish up here. You lot continue on," he instructed as he bent down and picked up the still-sleeping Dorothea. Dorian carefully placed Dorothea in the wagon brought by one of his men.
@Estylwen Thank you! I figured that Sabrina and Thierry aren’t your average couple, so the ring needed to be as well.
Sabrina's ring
"None of this makes any sense, Thierry. These symbols aren't adding up. The age of what you found is way before Cleopatra and Marc Antony were assimilating Rome and Egypt together." The calm but confused woman sighed in frustration between her notes and sketch pad.
Sabrina Lennox-de Villers was a woman of simplicity. The light tapping of her pencil on her sketch pad calmed Sabrina's nerves on the drive from the airport. Her long brunette hair was twisted in a bun, and pieces of her bangs were loose to frame her face. Sabrina's honey-colored eyes stared down at the sketch pad in her lap. She wore comfortable leggings and a cream-colored camisole under a lavender knit, off-the-shoulder sweater. She was trying to decipher the symbols that Thierry had found at the last dig sight they had been on.
The figures she had drawn were a mash of Roman and Egyptian. Something wasn't right about this whole trip. Sabrina felt it in her gut. She glanced to the back of the bus, where Theo and Auri were teasing one another. A soft smile grew at the corners of her lips, as it was crazy to think all three were old enough to go on a dig site with her and Thierry. It seemed like yesterday that Sabrina was still carrying an infant Cosette in her body wrap while six-year-old Theo chased seven-year-old Auri around the kitchen with a frog he found in the garden, his attempts to slip said frog down the back of her shirt.
Sabrina's attention was brought back to the present with a gentle hand that patted her knee. She smiled at Cosette as the girl eagerly asked her question. "We are very close, mon petit amour," the mother replied as she laid her hand softly over the top of her youngest daughter. She gazed out the window to see they were nearing the Great Pyramid. "Now, remember, Cosy. You mustn't touch anything with the special chalk lines on the ground, tape, or rope. I know it will be hard not to touch. However, Momma's and Papa's work with others is important." She reminded her youngest, but her words were a warning to all three de Viller children.
"That goes double for you, Theo," Sabrina quipped with a wink at her son, although half the glint in her eyes was serious about him not touching anything.
This trip was important for the de Viller children. She just hoped that Thierry understood that. They had been married for two decades, and the man was still a mystery to her since the day they met. Sabrina glimpsed down at the dainty ring resting on her left fourth finger. The gold band was the nest for the black diamond and its smaller white diamond companions. She hoped that this trip would help everyone's moods. The school year would be resuming soon, and the routine of working from home would start all over again as she managed the trio's schedules while Thierry disappeared to who knows where on end.
Sabrina Lennox-de Villers was a woman of simplicity. The light tapping of her pencil on her sketch pad calmed Sabrina's nerves on the drive from the airport. Her long brunette hair was twisted in a bun, and pieces of her bangs were loose to frame her face. Sabrina's honey-colored eyes stared down at the sketch pad in her lap. She wore comfortable leggings and a cream-colored camisole under a lavender knit, off-the-shoulder sweater. She was trying to decipher the symbols that Thierry had found at the last dig sight they had been on.
The figures she had drawn were a mash of Roman and Egyptian. Something wasn't right about this whole trip. Sabrina felt it in her gut. She glanced to the back of the bus, where Theo and Auri were teasing one another. A soft smile grew at the corners of her lips, as it was crazy to think all three were old enough to go on a dig site with her and Thierry. It seemed like yesterday that Sabrina was still carrying an infant Cosette in her body wrap while six-year-old Theo chased seven-year-old Auri around the kitchen with a frog he found in the garden, his attempts to slip said frog down the back of her shirt.
Sabrina's attention was brought back to the present with a gentle hand that patted her knee. She smiled at Cosette as the girl eagerly asked her question. "We are very close, mon petit amour," the mother replied as she laid her hand softly over the top of her youngest daughter. She gazed out the window to see they were nearing the Great Pyramid. "Now, remember, Cosy. You mustn't touch anything with the special chalk lines on the ground, tape, or rope. I know it will be hard not to touch. However, Momma's and Papa's work with others is important." She reminded her youngest, but her words were a warning to all three de Viller children.
"That goes double for you, Theo," Sabrina quipped with a wink at her son, although half the glint in her eyes was serious about him not touching anything.
This trip was important for the de Viller children. She just hoped that Thierry understood that. They had been married for two decades, and the man was still a mystery to her since the day they met. Sabrina glimpsed down at the dainty ring resting on her left fourth finger. The gold band was the nest for the black diamond and its smaller white diamond companions. She hoped that this trip would help everyone's moods. The school year would be resuming soon, and the routine of working from home would start all over again as she managed the trio's schedules while Thierry disappeared to who knows where on end.
I will post tonight as long as everything goes as planned. :)
@Lexisheeps@Days There are plans for Stella in the works with our lovely GM. That is if Stella survives… mwahahaha!
But seriously though, great round everyone! :)
But seriously though, great round everyone! :)
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