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    1. xRobynx 11 yrs ago

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Ya know. I've been pondering over your situation for a bit now. I do not have a complete solution but talking to hubby he mentioned the movie Goldfinger. I've never seen it but what I got from it was he was trying to destabilize the economy by robbing Fort Knox. Your character seems to me to be more of a political figure versus a front-end character. I would think that you could afford anything you really wish and can use your skills to finance Fuso's war / destabilize his enemies. Money could be no object to you. So you can afford anything you wanted. The best armor, weapons, and warriors money could buy. In that spirit I would see about maybe doubling up to maybe a hired mercenary of your character's choosing. If that is something you want to do, I can double up as well so you aren't by yourself.

My two cents on the matter. Take it as you will.
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Robyn heaved the injured into the back of the wagon, her small frame and exhausted state made each person much heavier than they would've been. It would be several moments before the elven woman and Rilden joined her outside.

"Please. You have done more than enough for all of us. We will take over from here. Quickly now."

She had already managed to load a few into the wagon before Rilden insisted they finish the job. It was a chivalrous gesture and one she very much appreciated. The shadow-man followed them out and just as she was loading herself into the back of the wagon he made a comment.

“Gods, you look like a fright.”

She looked back at him coldly. While she had no doubts she looked dreadful, she sure felt as such, it was quite a rude thing to say.

“Your kindness knows no bounds, Shadow-man,” she said heaving herself into the front corner of the wagon. Normally she would not have granted him a reply, but given circumstances as they were, it wasn't important on her list for the time being.

The party seemed to split itself up, Rilden and Jamlamin would take another means of transport and the centaur and the two elves would guide her and the other passengers. The two elves started talking amongst themselves just behind on her on the driver's bench. They were talking about the Heir Apparent.

"He's a brave man. Good heart, he will heal this land."

"Aye, he is very different than most humans I've met."

Robyn watched as Rilden and the shadow-man left and thought on their words. They were right, he did seem like a nice man, and a good fit to, as the other lady at put it, heal the land. It was a fine choice of words on her part. She couldn't help but allow a smile to come across her lips. With any luck, the land will be healed, and live or die, she no longer has to mask her gift in fear.

Slowly the cart started moving down the bumpy road, but despite the constant jostling. She quickly fell asleep.
Rilden indeed had a plan not to leave them uncared for. She was grateful, his benevolence would do well in his proper seat. Hopefully they would all be alive to see such a day. Her revelry was broken by a large centaur squeezing its way into her home.

The house was very much cramped and now messy to boot. The presence of a large centaur making his way in was unsettling to say the least. They weren't always what one would consider civilized creatures although first glance would make this one seem to be an exception to the rule. Or she was just too exhausted to care, dark circles under her eyes hid themselves in the dim light of the night. She was tired. Her body begged for sleep, but a sneeze followed by a charging centaur in her clinic made her snap awake.

“A Spy!” the large beast cried as he charged towards the window to which a man all adorned in black stood. Her counterpart calmly stopped the charging beast and withdrew a large needle towards the shadowy man.

Alura spoke, but Robyn didn't catch it all, something about people dying, poison, and paralysis. The next part was made perfectly clear. The shadow man, was a not-so-common thief.

"Like the red haired girl, I too am gifted, just in a different way and my talents could be yours for the measly sum of 200,000 thousand gold coins."

Robyn grew irritated at him despite only hearing a few sentences of him speak. The gull it takes to ask for gold for such a cause was sickening! Especially in a time like this! She obviously wasn't the only one irritated with such a proposal. His Highness did not take the offer well either.

"You think the Gods gave you those powers to make money?" He started.

Robyn nodded, satisfied in Rilden's handling of the thief. But the thief was not one to be finished so easily.

"You also would of known i could of taken you hostage and turned you right over to Fusos himself..”

Robyn remained silent, not about to entertain the thought of paying him anything for his services, not that she had any money to spend as it was. Alura, however, was willing to bargain, offering him up a rare piece of jewelry.

Robyn shook her head. No matter the outcome of the bargain, shadow-man was a lost cause and not one she's sit well being around. Still, she remained quiet. This was between them, not her.

“While you entertain his greed I'll see about getting the patients to the wagon.”

Despite her state, she started doing just that.
Her attention focused the scene before her. This woman was no stranger to the healing arts. She watched as she tended to the boy's fears and even treated his pain with a bit of opium. A smile came across her lips as she took this in. The boy relaxed a bit. Still, everyone knew that this would still be painful, there was no way around that.

“Unfortunately, I am fresh out of goldenrod, but we'll make due.”

The woman's words to the boy were serene and comforting. She had quite the bedside manner. She then turned her attention to the wound itself where as behind her the Heir Apparent and his companion rose from their hiding place. She paid them no mind, at least for the moment. Her attention remained on the child at hand, and this injury was nothing so easily managed.

The other woman got ready to break the arrow when the boys eyes met her own. She cooed and enveloped his hand with her own. “It'll be okay. Stay strong for me, okay?” With those words her counterpart broke the arrow. Now would be the risky part.

All eyes fell on her and the tension in the air was so thick as to be sliced with a blade. No one spoke as with one hand reached for the arrow, and the other pressed her thumb hard against his thigh several centimeters above the site. Slowly she pushed the arrow through. So concentrated was she in this she forgot to even breathe.

Several silent tense seconds ticked by as the arrow slowly slid from the boy and finally was freed.

Robyn finally took a sigh of relief but still maintained a hard pressure with her other hand. She couldn't relax yet. She glanced back up at the boy who still looked mortified. His eyes still welled with tears and his face grown pale. She couldn't be sure if it was from blood loss or the opium, both were equally likely at this point.

Dropping the bloodied arrow to the floor she placed her now free hand over the hole and took a deep breath.

She concentrated. The wound was extensive to the young child. There was no possible way she could manage an immediate recovery for the lad. The damage was too much and her energy too low. She was tired as it was, and this would only prove to send her into borderline exhaustion.

As she worked she felt her own face grow pale, and her vision darken. She released her grip from the thigh and removed her hand. The wound, while not healed fully, would no longer pose a threat to his life. She sat on her knees on the floor for several moments breathing heavily before she could summon the energy to stand. Before she did, she forced a small smile to the child, “You'll be back on your feet in no time. It just needs to keep wrapped for a bit and you'll be good as new.”

"Miss Robyn,” she heard turning her focus towards the two. She had honestly forgotten about their presence in the room at all.

She propped herself against the counter as the Heir Apparent spoke, too sluggish for the moment to stand completely.

"You have heard of the stories then, yes? The ones when you were a small child. About how the gods gave gifts to those they thought worthy. You have one of those gifts. I am not forcing you to join us, but the more gift bearers that come together, the weaker he gets.... I am not forcing, but asking if you will spare your gift and talents for the High Kingdom."

“I would be honoured to join your cause, Your Highness.” Sure he had asked her not to call him that, but her sense of propriety prevailed. She leaned against the counter for several more moments before finally taking on all her weight. This was shaping up to be a long night, and she had already grown weak from her art.

“I merely have one request,” she said motioning to the sick and injured in the room, “these people need a place to be tended to in my absence. They will all recover in a few days time, but until such time they require tending.”
Several large creatures she could only determine as orcs crammed inside. Their large hulking bodies took up what little space her home afforded. She could hear one swing a heavy weapon into the cabinets sending countless glass bottles full of her work shattering to the floor. She felt a couple move close to where she lay. She could feel them towering over her but she didn't dare move or open her eyes. All she could do was hold her breath. Was her attempt at deception good enough?

Instead of hearing another heave and crash of a weapon the intruders spoke. They did not speak in the common tongue but orcish. Still, she had no understanding of it; she instead paid attention to the tones they used. She couldn't be entirely sure, but they seemed to be discussing something. Maybe they were questioning on what to do? That would be strange. Why discuss that here? Why not just ransack it like everywhere else and leave? She didn't know, and for the moment, didn't care. She just wanted them gone.

One of the beasts spoke up, and mentioned one word even she recognized, Fire. One spoke up and the lumbering bodies ran back outside their bold screams returning and disappearing in the chaos.

Robyn lay quiet and still for several more moments before she got ready to move, but another approaching person through the broken door. There was a small whimper and a woman's voice spoke up, "Now now, look not at her."

Robyn debated for a moment if this was a trap, but the streets have been relatively quiet, the major force having passed them. She felt the woman lean over her and touch her arm, and press against her back. She didn't know who she was, but from the sound of things there where injuries to be tended.
"This isn't even blood."

"It's not." She finally spoke as she shifted to stand help herself to her feet. Her blue eyes looked over the other woman; she had a benevolent aura about her. "Forgive my deception, but there is no time to explain now."

She didn't bother picking up the sword before moving to the desk and slowly pushed it aside. It made a rough skidding noise across the rough wooden floor. She knelt down and pulled open the trapdoor.

"We're safe for now," she said addressing not only His Majesty and his companion, but the recovering in the beds as well, "but we need to get out."

Taking the time to pick up her sword she retrieved the scabbard from the wall and tied it to her waist before turning her attention to the sound of a whimper. Her eyes softened as she saw the child on the floor. She forced a serene smile despite the grim circumstances, "You must be here to see me, yes?"
A face appeared in the back window, a man's face. At first she thought it was one of the army, but the body set too high and the proportions all wrong. He was too large to be anything other than a centaur, and he pointed right at her.

"Look you, Your Highness, and Rhovanor Of Rayacre, help the wounded into the trapdoor, I'll take care of these traitors."

He galloped away as fast as he appeared. She turned to the heir apparent, who was already formulating a plan. His plan was risky, but it would have to do, it was all they had. While Ridlen and his elven companion assisted the others to a bed, she slid her desk to the side revealing the trapdoor.

The screams and cries were coming closer. Sounds of chaos echoed in the streets as orcs and men clashed iron with the foolish few who stood against them. A mixture of orcish and common tongue now become distinguishable through the chaos. They were just outside.

She aided the two into the trapdoor and without a word shut it and slid the desk over just enough to conceal it. Glass shattering filled the air, it was from next door. It was now her turn. Thinking quickly she grabbed her sword and then the half empty ink bottle on her desk.

She quickly poured the ink on the wooden floor in a viscous puddle, the dim light from the fire gave her just the effect she wanted. The front door rattled, no time. She tossed the bottle aside and threw herself to the floor halfway onto the pool of ink. The sword slipped from her hand as she lay looking, or so she hoped, as if she had already been slain.

The door burst open sending splinters of wood from the now broken hinges, several large orcs squeezed inside, their heavy axes drawn and ready to strike someone down.
"I am Rilden, son of Thaimos. House of Aleden..."

His words and demeanor were calm and convincing, but Robyn was hardly able to believe what she was hearing. When he exposed his brand she couldn't help but widen her eyes in shock. She released her grip on the weapon. "So all the rumours are true..." She had a mix of astonishment and awe on her face. In her own home now stood royalty, he had the marks and even the sword to prove it.

"They're searching the houses now," the elven companion spoke up.

"Your highness," she said giving a quick bow, "I am indeed one you seek. Forgive my deception. My mother warned me to keep it secret. But if I may, it is not safe for you here. I have a trapdoor you can hide until they pass," she motioned at a small trapdoor under her desk, "otherwise Your Majesty should escape from the back.  They'll expect my presence here."

She was growing nervous. What would they do? She was no fighter, and it was clear although these men clearly were, they were outnumbered.

"What should we do?"
Suddenly an arm blocked her path, stopping her in her tracks. She looked up at him, and started to say something before cutting herself off. His finger was to his lips. Something was not right. She looked at the elf who was now peering out the window.

"Fusos' men... A few orcs... Mostly men."

Fuso?! Her pulse quickened at the thought.

The bearded man again addressed her. She started to feel quite uncomfortable about the entire situation. A strange man and elf seek help for wounded in the middle of the night, and suddenly Fuso's men appear as well? Were her mother's warnings finally coming to pass? Was she too open with her gift? She thought she had concealed it so well using the herbal tea to distract the patient while she channelled her power. Was this a test? Had she been found out?

It was no doubt her face become quite skeptical of the two strangers in her home and she slowly stepped backwards keeping a keen eye on them both.

“Years of practice and a mother who taught me well the art of making medicine,” she lied... sorta.

She finally stopped flush with her desk and allowed her right hand to slip behind it reaching for her weapon. Already having sized up the two men she knew there was a snowball's chance in Hell she could take one of them, let alone both should it come to violence, but she was not about to go anywhere quietly.

Her hand gripped the cold blade but she was yet to move it from its hiding spot. She looked the two over once more watching their every move.

“Who are you two? And why is Fuso here?” It was not something she usually asked her guests, and it was hardly in her demeanor to do so at all. These circumstances, however, were not ordinary.
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