Post by Hollywing the on Nov 10, 2019 17:06:54 GMT -5
Ariella
The elf tilted her head to her left thoughtfully as she considered the Captain's question before giving a small nod in reply. She swallowed another bite of her breakfast and said, "Sure, Phil. We might try to barter a little more so we can return with some more money anyway." She noticed the cat from the edge of her peripheral vision and smiled softly with amusement.
Oliver
Oliver gave his squire a stiff nod in response, raising his left hand and gesturing it in the young elf's direction. "Perhaps you and one of the knights should approach them after you finish eating," he suggested as he continued eating his meal. I wonder how a member of the Resistance would respond to being approached by a knight and a squire, he mused silently.
(@aetherwyvern66, you are accepted and your mentor will be Phil. Currently what is going on in the rp is that Phil, Ariella, Jordan, Myrtle, Oliver, Archer and Mabel are in the village of [unnamed]. All but archer took shelter at Riverside’s Inn from the storm last night. It is now morning, most are waking up and eating breakfast. There will be a ‘bar brawl’ occurring between the Order and Resitance members in said-inn, however still building up to it. ))
Phil took one last sip from her drink that had been refilled by a passing waiter some minutes ago, while she enjoyed a nice meal and would have loved to stay in the village for a day or two more. The fact that knights have also come here had stirred up the dust and she rather not be at the wrong end of a sword, although that was some ways members of her group preferred to go down as. Being careful and prudent has gotten us far these days... always has... it’s as if the Order is baiting us to retaliate... she thought to herself for a moment with her recalling the speech the King had given of the ‘Order’s greatness and how those that defied it are the enemy, she wondered if supporters had seen what those with power did to those that had none. Then perhaps he would have less followers.... she shrugged a little at the thought. “That cat’s fluffy as a sheep... or has eaten too much tuna.” She jokes a little with the cat being the unofficial center of attention.
Mabel turned her attention from the fluffy cat back to her mentor quickly, as a noble lady she never had to take orders from someone... other than her parents. however as a squire she had responsibilities just as every other peer of her age granted those of rich standing might have some additionally equipment. She briefly looked down at her plate which she had eaten most of the food from it yet she was already full. This slob... I didn’t get all that much.... huh... the thought briefly entered her head, “I am already finished,” she said with her looking at the other knights around the table which one of them already had finished their plate. ”I will accompany Lady- I mean Squire Mabel...” the knight spoke up softly which he messed up a little on the tillage of the girl. Outside the walls she had wanted to be called ‘squire’ granted the commander was the exception for some reason.
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Jordan (with no one, open)
Jordan paid the innkeeper a little extra for the food and bed for the night and exited the inn with his bag of goodies slung over his shoulder, making his way into the market place where people had once more started to get the stalls ready once more. “As if the storm hadn’t happened at all....” he laughed a little at their determination which he walked up to one of the organizers. “Excuse me sir, how much is it to set up shop for awhile? I’ve got treasures from all around.” He asked the hobbit who looked at him with a grin which he was well-dressed and mannered with the only odd thing being he had glasses with golden colored rims. ”One coin for each hour, my ,my, treasures you say? Perhaps some stories as well?” both men chuckled and shook hands with the Mer giving him two coins for two hours. Now he was ready to set up shop, sell things and borrow from any rich-rich person who happened by.
Myrtle (with no one, open)
“What am I doing?” The hobbit woman grumbled as she once more walked down the dirt road into the village where she could hear the market place being full of life again, curiosity had always been her weakness and with five strangers from the castle visiting here was still the talk. She wondered if like the cat she would be killed for being to curious, rumors had spun hat they were on the hunt. Others spoke of a threat coming and them being here was protection, wild stories really. Besides she had to give some of her neighbors some cider and where else would they all most likely be on a day like today? Here.
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2019 12:01:15 GMT -5 by Lily~Myth
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
(I will give some backstory before Hrafn joined the Resistance) ~Before Resistance~(just a random NPC in here) Hrafn was looking at a deer. Alive. She took aim at it with her knife. Right between the eyes. Lugging it to her camp with brambles growing berries and some vegetables growing, she took off her cloak. Her raven, Aether, croaked and hopped on her shoulder. In the raven feather tent, it was nice, with a makeshift matress of deer hide and any soft material. Usually there were raven feathers, but sometimes she would put grass in it. She sat down, skinning the deer. A doe. She just sliced down the belly and worked it off. Hrafn thought about the thread she stole to make her life better. Her shapeshifting was a nice thing, but she had noticed the silver in parts rather than pure blue. Her old name, Khione, did not fit her. Something was rustling the leaves she spread around to help her know, so her knife was drawn. A person appeared, seeming lost. She asked the young man where he needed to go, and he replied, "Riverside's Inn, please," She pointed him in the direction and let him know the dangers. Than she asked, "What are you doing?" Than the man replied, "I need to see if the Resistance is real." to this she replied, "Why?" The man started walking, "My curiosities. You could join. I think they would allow you in. I am not going to." She said, "I would rather not." Then she cooked some of the fresh venison and smoked some, preserving it for later. Into the deerskin pouch and in the hole on the riverbank. The nice meal refreshed her and she turned into a raven, flying, and following the man. She saw Riverside's Inn, and went behind it, turning back and entering. There were a couple people in it, some that she could hear some defiance of the Order. She went and talked to them…
Post by Hollywing the on Nov 18, 2019 22:15:23 GMT -5
Ariella
The elf slightly choked on her food as she chuckled at the Captain's comment, but quickly covered it up with a cough. "Probably the former," she replied, echoing Phil's lighthearted tone of voice. "After all, if it had 'eaten too much tuna,' I don't think it would be able to move around so easily."
In the back of Ariella's mind, she recalled the first time she tried fish with her brother. He had spat it out immediately afterward and declared that he hated it loud enough for the whole kingdom to hear. Her smile widened slightly at the memory. Those were the good old times...
Oliver
"Then you two should go ahead," Oliver said stiffly as he took another bite of his food. He quickly swallowed and added, "Come back and report once you are done interviewing." He turned his gaze back to the young elf and her companion, his gaze harder and colder than ice. Though if they really are members of the Resistance, I don't think they'll need to report on the progress - because they will show how they really feel about the Order.
“Yes sir.” Both knight and squire spoke in unison then leaving the table to go over to the other table, she of course noticed the elf that the commander had pointed out to them sitting with another person. You can do this Mabel... you are a lady of the royal house...and a proud member of the Order she thought to herself with the young lady straightening up a bit with each step as she made her way over, “Excuse me, miss elf? May we have a word with you? We only have some questions for you, it’ll be quick... and sir? We would like to speak with her alone.” She spoke to the person in question then talking to the other person which when she looked at the other person she wondered for a brief moment if she had been mistaken with the other peasant-hunter but kept playing along to avoid it.
Phil
Phil laughed as well with a smile on her face however she looked up to see a young lady and a knight walking up to them, addressing the warrior and asking if she can leave. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep herself from snorting at the mistake, “Okay, I gotta ask the inkeep a question anyway.” She did her best impression of a gruff and ‘manly’ voice that sounded rather genuine granted she noticed the squire was blushing a little- perhaps being embrassed although the captain didn’t care, she stood up from the table and tapping her now empty cup against the table to signal that she was going to keep an eye on them.
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by Hollywing the on Nov 19, 2019 20:21:30 GMT -5
Ariella
The elf blinked in surprise when she heard another voice behind her and whirled around abruptly. When she realized that it was a squire and a knight from the Order, her eyes flashed with indignation and spite. Ariella plastered a large smile on her face in hopes that it would cover it up - though she was also amused by the young girl's mistake about Phil's gender. "Sure," she answered quickly as she stood up from her seat. "Ask away."
Mabel wondered if the elf woman was a possibly informant, a person certainly of interest if the commander wanted hem to talk. “Great, just some standard questions. Have you seen any suspicious activity lately? Heard any rumors of rebels? Now certainly you have seen things or heard of something at least, the rebels are a bunch of ruffians, thieves, etc that have been causing quite a mess of late.....” she asked the questions in a matter of fact way which she might have gone a little over board with a question- might have insulted the elf’s job as a hunter or put her in the same group as a ruffian however she wanted to see reactions, sometimes that told you all you needed to know. “Oh, and there’s also been word that they are nearby...”
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by Hollywing the on Nov 19, 2019 21:33:20 GMT -5
Ariella
Ariella's ears perked as she listened to the squire's rambling and she forced herself to look innocent. However, her fingers fidgeted behind her back as she tilted her head with feigned curiosity. "I've certainly heard some words on the wind about rebels," she mused nonchalantly, "but surely the Order already has it all under control?" Her words were edged with disgust at the Order's demand for control over every aspect of the kingdom. "I don't think that the rebellion group is that large, though."
Mabel narrowed her eyes a little at the woman and wondered if the squire was going about this the right way, “We of course have it under control.... only got a few rats left to catch, Just have to leave some poison out for them.” She answered cooly with emphasis on rats and poison, this was her first interview.... not going all that well and she’s might be projecting her fury onto a random citizen..... but the elf was getting on her nerves for some reason. “You’d think that they would just give up already, surrendering and their wolf leader rolling over like a dog.... I’m surprised that their heads aren’t on pikes but the rebels are like leeches, parasites even.” She added with her own little view of the rebel forces and in all fairness a play on words.
Phil
Phil was standing over by the counter within hearing distance of the little chat going on, “Thank you for such a lovely meal.” She started to talk with the chef who had cooked such a wonderful breakfast and asking to trade some recipes, the captain almost snickered at the squire’s attempt to back Airella into a corner... but she knew that the warrior might lose her temper, granted the little lady herself already was starting to lose the battle of words. Lots of name calling.... provoking the enemy into a fight, or from listening to the ‘grown ups’ talk over dinner about the matter.... we were all kids once, but she’s got a silver spoon in hers... she thought to herself.
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by Hollywing the on Nov 24, 2019 17:35:17 GMT -5
Ariella
The Resistance is the parasite? Ariella scoffed inwardly. How ironic. "Of course, of course," she pretended to agree with a nod of her head. The elf tilted her head to her right slightly. "Well, is there anything else you would like to ask me?" she prompted, her voice edged with impatience. "My friend and I are planning to leave soon."
“Plan on leaving so soon? A shame, I hear this place is wonderful and such.” Mabel said in response to the elf mentioning leaving here which she wondered why the commander cliffton had spotted this person out of the other people here, there were others who had the ‘aura’ of trouble on them which she did fit the bill to a degree. “Yes, I do have one more question for you.” Her own patience was starting to grow thin and the knight beside her seemed to be a little annoyed probably because he was expecting the suspect to spill the beans then go home for a drink, she had to come with something that would make the woman snap and reveal something for them to go by. Even she is losing her patience with me....and her reactions to the rebels has been stale....like the bread here she thought to herself which it suddenly sparked up on her mind, “Are you aware that you are traveling with a fugitive? A member of that rebel group? No? Not surprising, we have evidence of everything and are actually here to arrest her- and any associates however if you come clean, surely the King will grant you pardon.” She lied straight through her teeth with a smile just as pretty, even with a temper she had a silver tongue that charm even a snake.
(Want to get the brawl on now?)
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by Hollywing the on Nov 27, 2019 19:49:38 GMT -5
(Ooh yes)
Ariella
Ariella stiffened when the squire claimed Phil to be a fugitive and her eyes widened. How did they learn those things about her? I thought we covered our tracks well. At the mention of the King, however, the elf lost her suppressed temper. "I don't care about your stupid King's pardon!" she spat as her hands balled into fists. "I'd rather die standing up to something so cruel and twisted than oblige to you or the rest of the evil Order!"
Her hand swung forward to the knight that accompanied the squire; as even when enraged, Ariella had the decency to not attack a child. The moment she hit them, she realized she had made a mistake. Oh no, she began to panic. I'm so, so sorry, Phil...
Mabel’s new idea of getting a confession might have gone too well as the elf snapped and punched the knight with her, he stumbled back and falling against a table whose current occupants looked rather mad. She swiftly pulled out a dagger from her side to not only arm herself but hopefully get the woman to not doing anything rash, that plan backfired as the squire let out a yelp and jumping away as that same broken table came between the two of them. By the silver! One person gets punched and things go off the rails?! with her trying to avoid getting hit by flying furniture and the distance between the squire and the fugitive starting to grow apart.
Phil
The conversation had quieted yet grown sour as the captain placed a small bag of coin in the inkeep’s pocket for granting them a safe place, she turned around to see a knight fall and the look on Ariella’s face meant that things were going south. Of course when you crash into a table who’s occupants are rowdy and short-tempered the expectation of this place being turned upside down with a brawl was now at a hundred percent. Ehh.... might as well join in.... she thought to herself with her side stepping to the right to avoid a punch, grabbed them by the collar of their shirt and throwing said person in the direction of the round table that was seated by other members of the Order, irony enough the person she threw in their direction was of the local guardship here and in this lazy town things normally went slow as the river. “To the Woods!” She yelled to the warrior despite the sounds of broken wood, glass and other people yelling at the top of their lungs.
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Hrafn ran and felt the presence of the Order. She fought against one of them and stabbed their shoulder, pulling it out and running. Another Order member. She hit his head with the pommel of her dagger and he fell. She then ran and turned hastily into a raven. She flew off into the woods where her camp was. There, she used the medicines to heal a couple wounds. Then, she rested and wrote a note.
Post by Hollywing the on Nov 30, 2019 17:20:30 GMT -5
Oliver
The Commander had stood up the moment the first punch was thrown by the elf, his eyes holding a gleam of satisfaction knowing that his guess about the woman was correct. However, when chaos broke out, it was harder to keep an eye on his suspects. Oliver swore under his breath as he pressed himself against the nearest wall. The crowds roared, his heart pounded in his chest, and his breaths became quick and shallow.
Can't really fight, too chaotic for shooting arrows or spears, he thought. Must have something for defense. He grabbed a staff and used it to block himself when anyone tried to strike him. "Don't let them get away!" he shouted to his knights and squire.
Ariella
Ariella jumped back with a gasp as the table behind the knight crashed. What have I done? she wondered as her right hand instinctively reached for her dagger. She noticed the squire interrogating her held the same weapon in her hand as well, but the two had been separated. She glanced around her for any members of the Order she could attack, but it was too chaotic to make out what was happening.
From the corner of her eye, she recognized Phil's face among the many villagers. She turned to the Captain and watched the other female's mouth move, but she couldn't hear anything that Phil said. Perhaps she's telling us to keep fighting, Ariella concluded as she kicked a man armed with a glass bottle in the stomach. Yes, Phil wouldn't want us to retreat, right?