Wolf Play : Eleven From Tetra | Semi-lit to Lit | Medieval RP

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April 5, 2022 04:05 PM

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The Fluffy Chicken Tavern Of Yollton

The Fluffy Chicken will provide boarding for our characters and their horses. Their stablehands aren’t in charge of taking care of any boarding animals (they just maintain the stable), so our characters will have to take care of their animals themselves. The Chicken gets about a 2 out of 5 star rating. Dirt floors, bad hygiene and such. It is cheap, costing them only a brass button per person. Food is questionable, but the drinks are good.

They serve:

Chicken, Fish, and some weird brown stuff that they call "Beef". They have chicken soup, too.

There is no such thing as any green thing. They do have baked beans and some bread. Bread is usually stale and sometimes moldy.

They have beers, ales and mead. For those losers out there they have water, but it's sometimes sludgy.

A serving girl will come to your table and ask what you want.

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The outside of the building appears unmaintained. Weeds grow up and around the sides and tickle passerby’s ankles. There are two posts for horses to be tied to. There is a sign in front of the building of a fat chicken with a pint of ale next to it. Beside the tavern is a stable that looks equal to the tavern in cleanness. This also belongs to the Fluffy Chicken Tavern. The stable can hold up to twenty animals in it. The stalls are small and barely allow the average sized horse to turn around, nevertheless a large one. The lighting is incredibly dim in the dark with only a few lanterns hanging. The floor is dirt and there are some bits of hay on it. There are also some horsey puddings, too, so watch out. The stable’s floor isn’t covered in the droppings, but there is the occasional bit that the stablehands will pick up later. You have to pay an extra two brass buttons for feed, but the water is provided.

The tavern has two floors and the ceilings are low and are about six feet tall. The door is about five and a half feet tall. The light is dim at night with only candles and lanterns. There are four large tables able to seat up to eight people comfortably. Then there are four smaller ones that barely look like tables, they look more like uneven boards balanced on branches. None of the tables are polished and are rough. There is a good chance of getting splinter.

There is only one door. When you enter in you will see the bar immediately. There is usually always a ready bartender. There are four wobbly stools at the bar for someone to sit on and usually fall over onto the dirt floor. Behind the bar are several barrels of different ales. There is also an unwashed bucket which is probably where they get the water from. You cannot see any tub being used as a sink and there is a good chance that your plates aren’t clean. Behind the bar you can see a short flight of stairs which lead to the rooms. Upstairs is just a hall with several doors. On the doors are crude pictures of farm animals. They do this just in case a customer couldn’t read. The bartender will give a customer a key that matches the door.

Their rooms are small and there are bunkbeds that seem like they are going to topple over. The mattresses are flat and old. Blankets are thin but durable. One room can hold up to twelve people if there were two people in each bed (two bunkbeds and two mats are underneath each bunkbed).

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Setting:

It is currently 9 PM. Sun’s going down low. It is in the late spring so the snow is melting. There are still some on the side of the streets and such. It’s really muddy on the roads so some of the horses might slip and skid.

They have secured their stay at The Chicken and are currently leading their horses into the stable to settle them down. There are five other horses inside. One is a true white pony (gelding), two are bay mares and are both horse (one has a star the other has no markings). One is a female brown donkey. The last is an ancient looking chestnut horse (gelding).

The weather is currently a dreary rain with harsh winds

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April 6, 2022 12:45 AM

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Bjorn Einar // 43 // Experienced Ranger // Mentions: Raywen, Agnar (ind.)

“You’ll see, you won’t even recognize this house when you get back. I’m going to redo the garden. I was thinking either a fruit orchard or only squash. I guess you’ll find out which one when you get back. And I’ll have Ronan and Lara and Suni here when you get back. We’ll have a big venison dinner - like last time, remember, when Ronan told us about Lara? Maybe Suni will have a special someone when you get back this time. Except this time I promise I won’t pee myself, not even a little bit.”

Bjorn smiled and gave his wife a great big whiskery kiss, and she tittered disapprovingly, her cheeks pink with delight. She was dashing about the kitchen, poking wheatcakes into his already overstuffed pack and a few into the mouth of an unsuspecting Bjorn. He was sitting at the hand carved wooden dinner table that had been a gift from their son - he was always either stopping or sitting in their kitchen because the clumps of herbs and vegetables strung up on the ceiling had a tendency to get tangled up in Bjorn’s hair. Everything in the house was wooden and comfortably cluttered in a way that made perfect sense to Bjorn and Muirenn. It was rather cramped for Bjorn, who had learned to bend and twist this way and that to avoid injuring himself in the house. And he spent more time outside than inside, so the house was more of Muirenn’s domain. She worked in the house all day, cooking and canning, fixing and cleaning. And Bjorn had his outside work: farming, hunting, chopping wood, and working with the animals. They woke up every morning, had breakfast, took care of their small chores together, went their separate ways until lunch, then went out to work again until dinner. They had their time to spend together and, more importantly to Bjorn, they weren’t obligated to spend time with anyone else. Bjorn was happy with the few people who would stop by to visit once in a while: Suni, Ronan and his wife Lara, his brother Brodir, and sometimes his old ranger apprentice, Aedan. It was a comfortable life with the stone path worn down in the places where Bjorn’s feet had stepped year after year.

“And I don’t want to see you coming back here with a haircut again,” said Muirenn affectionately. “Remember last time? I thought it was some stranger walking up to my house. I was ready to get the hatchet out.”

“I was thinking of shaving my beard,” said Bjorn with a big innocent smile, shuffling the wheatcakes around in his pack to make sure they wouldn’t fall out as soon as he slung it over his shoulder. He had packed everything else neatly, but he poked the cakes through spare spaces, leaving crumbs scattered amongst the few other belongings he was taking with him.

“Don’t even joke about that,” said Muirenn in a faux-serious voice, glaring ominously at Bjorn. “I’m in love with your beard, don’t you know that? I’ll have to get my revenge if you destroy it.”

Bjorn smiled and looked out the window at the half-risen sun. “I think I should be leaving now. Hakon is all saddled and ready to go.” He paused, riding to his feet, tilting his head to the side so that he wouldn’t get his hair tangled in the garlic bulbs hanging above him. “Six years is going to be a long time without you,” he said, moving towards her, but Muirenn turned away and pretended she hadn’t noticed him. She grabbed a knife and started chopping carrots.

“Did you check everything?” she asked. “You should recheck that you have everything.”

“I can get things that I need there,” said Bjorn, though he did open his pack slightly and give it a quick glance.

“Well, you should look Hakon over too. If he’s not in perfect health you might not even make it to the training camp.”

“I checked Hakon over yesterday. He’s just fine, he’s a hardy horse. He’ll be up to the journey.” Muirenn simply sighed, still facing away from Bjorn. He smiled and added, “I know you don’t want me to go, but you can’t stall forever.”

Muirenn let out a small sniffle and Bjorn gave her a warm look with his milky brown eyes. She was so focused on keeping the tears out of her eyes that her blurry vision didn’t pick up Bjorn until he was squeezing her in a huge hug from behind, causing her to drop her cutting knife and let out a jumbled exclamation. Bjorn leaned over her and gave her another kiss, this one on her forehead.

“Ouch!” said Muirenn, laughing as a teardrop escaped her eye. “Bjorn, you’re going to dislocate my shoulder with that deathgrip.” She wriggled free of his grasp and then turned around and hugged him back. She was nearly as tall as him, which Bjorn liked to say was the main reason they were together - they could just see eye to eye. “I’m going to miss you,” she said, her voice muffled.

“I’m going to miss you too,” said Bjorn, holding her just loosely enough not to break her spine. “Six years is a long time. Just promise you won’t miss me too much, and before you know it I’ll be back.

. . .

Bjorn was covered in mud nearly up to his thighs - with a heavy-set Shire horse like Jostein, the muddy roads had proven difficult, and Bjorn had been forced to wade through mud to guide his steed. The night was coming in fast, and the rain drizzled down on Bjorn with infuriating relentlessness. Bjorn hadn’t taken off with much except a hunting knife, some food and water, and a saddled and bridled Jostein. It had been something of an early-morning rush, before the sun had even risen, when he had realized that both of his ranger trainees had run off to somewhere in the middle of the night. They had run off. Bjorn had been certain he must have failed somehow as a mentor, and he was considering bringing up having another ranger assigned as soon as they got back to camp. The idea of his wife’s face when he got home five years early was one that nearly made him laugh aloud to himself, but he pushed that idea out of his head. He had been working so hard with those kids, and he’d treated them just like he had Aedan and his own sons - firm but not harsh, maybe a bit demanding but not unkind. Or so he thought. Maybe he’d been too hard on them. Maybe he hadn’t been hard enough. Maybe he’d been just the right amount of hard and it was something unrelated that had caused them to run away.

When Bjorn had caught up with his apprentices and found them in the middle of a time-spanning quest that would almost insure that it was going to be more than five years before he got back to Muirenn, Bjorn could only splutter at them in anger, relief, shock, and confusion. It took a lot of talking before Bjorn was even really listening, and he took no notice of anyone intimidated by the huge man who had come out of nowhere and was stammering incomprehensibly at the two apprentices. But when he understood what they were doing (and after he had given his apprentices an awkward side-hug he somewhat regretted), he had something to think about. Was it responsible to let his two apprentices join such a dangerous quest? Then again, was it responsible to stand by and let the entire world be destroyed? If the world was going to be destroyed, wouldn’t it be better to have the very best people on the task instead of a bunch of kids, ex-knights, and Bjorn? What were the chances of death here? But how could death not be worth it with stakes like this? Bjorn knew what he wanted to do: he wanted to give up and go home to Muirenn. But that was never an option. In the end, time was of the essence, and Bjorn would never have denied his help to anyone in need, much less to this ragtag group of struggling heroes-to-be.

Bjorn was undecided for now how he was feeling towards Agnar and Raywen, but he had ridden behind them to be sure they could handle their horses alright in the mud and he stood to the side now, his eyes trained on them to make sure they got their horses into the stables. He had been introduced to the rest of the group, but all he remembered at best was their names and what they did. They might have mentioned other things while being introduced to him - these sorts of details he never made an effort to remember. They had rarely proven important to him, and besides he was in the habit of it now and he wasn’t sure he could memorize facts about people if he wanted to. He was slightly behind the others, his horse slower than others and bogged down with the extra weight of the large Bjorn. With a depressed weariness Jostein pulled himself through the rain and mud and sharp winds. He had been pressed hard last night when Bjorn went after Agnar and Raywen, and he wasn’t made for speed and seemed irritated with the other, faster horses.

“Ease up on the reins, Raywen,” Bjorn advised her, watching his apprentices handling their horses. He added more quietly, “But good job,” but the words seemed to be whipped away by the wind. He still wasn’t sure where he and his apprentices stood at this time - he was still their mentor, and maybe this was a training opportunity, but somewhat it felt a little bit strange trying to teach them in front of a group of strangers mostly around their age. As soon as Bjorn saw what looked like the entire group heading into the stables, he urged his own Shire forward. His beard, soggy with rain, weighed down on his chest as he entered the stables, moving in closer to Agnar and Raywen like some uncomfortable partygoer hovering near the only people they know. Bjorn had left the others to actually get rooms in the tavern, staying outside to hold their steeds steady for them while they were inside. He had never been to this particular tavern before, but if the drunken chicken on the sign was any indication, he could imagine what sort of place it was. At the very least he hoped it indicated both chicken and alcohol, because he could do with a bit of both right now.

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April 6, 2022 06:31 AM

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Diamond Eyes | Male | 19 | Closeted Homosexual | Thief | M: Everyone

“There it is!” Diamond chuckled with a wide beaming grin. Everything was just the same as the last time. The smell, the sign, and the comforting liveliness of the tavern that most looked upon in disgust, but was home to drunkards and adventurers alike was all too familiar. “Ladies ‘n’ gents! Boys ‘n’ toddlers with a temper!” Diamond slid off Storm before gesturing dramatically to the tavern before them with a wide, childish grin. “Welcome to the famous Fluffh Chicken Tavern! Known, fer its beer and… uh… happy customers, you’ll fall in love in an instant. Trust me, best place ever. You’re gonna love it!”

Diamond hadn’t been to the Fluffy Chicken Tavern in so long so it was obvious that Diamond had been bubbling over with excitement to return despite the gloominess of Tetra’s arrival of spring as muddy spread wildly across the normally tame streets. Even as Storm, a giant of a horse whose hooves shook the ground with each step and who looked menacing as hell, seemed to absorb some of Diamond’s energy as she happily trudged through the muck.

Things had recently gotten crazy recently, afterall the thought of impending doom and the end to everything as you know it is generally not the best of ways to start off the new season, but being with his new found friends in his second favorite tavern in all of Tetra was the best way to start off Diamond’s latest adventure. The term ‘friends’ is fairly stretched though…. Quite frankly, Diamond was sure that at least two or half of the people in the group wished for Diamond to burst into flames and wither away before their eyes. The magical boy, Augustus, and the prissy princess, Zahra, were definitely two of those people who wanted to gut him. Not to mention the fact that there were three knights and three rangers who would most likely leap at the opportunity to catch a thief. Sadly, being the most renowned and well known thief does have its downsides for Diamond. Then again, at least two thirds of the knights and rangers were friendly and genuinely nice people. It was nice to know he had at least Saber, Ragi, Bjorn, and Agnar would not kill Diamond at a moment’s notice. Yet. The other two, Ivayla and Raywen, were blank slates to him that absolutely had the ability to snap his neck. Hopefully they would not though. The Cartographer, Ann, seemed fairly nice too, but the real problem lied with one person in particular: Cassian. Diamond would be fine with the countless rich snobs bossing him around, but him? Cassian? Oh boy. Diamond does not hold grudges often. In fact, he normally sleeps them off and is fine the next day. Oh, but Cassian. Cassian! This man has not left Diamond’s head since Cassian swiped a precious gem right under Diamond’s nose. A gem which, provided Diamond had focused on the mission and not gotten distracted, would have been enough to feed the orphanage Diamond had been donating to for weeks. Now, Diamond was carting around these folks to go save the world. Again, not the best way to start off the new season, but it would make for an incredible story if Diamond survived the ending world and several people at his throat.

“Now, Princey,” Diamond stated as he walked towards the stable as he eyed Cassian, Storm in hand, “no offense— actually, total offense here— but you ‘n’ Sparkles—” Diamond gave a vague motion to Augustus with his right wrist— “might need to cover up er something. Honestly, I am willing to pay fer horses, we get cheaper drinks while I am here, and I can get us cheaper rooms, but you need to cover up. All of… well all of that—” Diamond glanced back at all of the people in fancier clothes, Augustus, Saber, Ragi, and especially Cassian, looking them up and down before his nose wrinkled— “is going to get you mugged, killed, or worse.” Diamond went silent for a moment before laughing. “Kiiiiinding! You should be fine!!” Diamond waved them off and any concerns they might have with his cut off hand.

Ragi did not understand this kid in the slightest. One minute, he was talking about how she would be killed and the next he was laughing. Ragi just politely nodded with a thin smile, hopping off her gentle bay gelding, Ferdinal, and following the thief. He seemed to know what he was doing afterall. While she was not thrilled to be at a place that looked to be aging and falling apart at the seems, she was thrilled at the thought of a new experience. The corners of her lip twitched and to anyone who knew her well enough knew that Ragi was doing her best to contain her excitement.

Frankly, she was mainly extremely excited to taste their ale and beer.

“Awww Stormy!!” Diamond cooed as he held the horse’s head close while saying an elongated goodbye. The mammoth of a horse hardly managed to squeeze into the stalls, but she seemed happy to be out of the mud at least. “Sorry they don’t have bigger stalls, girlie…. Don’t worry, I’ll check on you later tonight though! I promise.” Diamond, peppering his horse with small kisses while soothing the side of her face, smiled gleefully as Storm gently sighed into him and nickered quietly as her eyes fluttered shut. Just as Ragi was leading Ferdinal into his stall, Diamond had turned to the nearby stablehand with a tiny smile.

“Hey, I’d like to buy some feed for all the horses here.” Diamond shuffled into his pocket and pulled out several brass buttons, five more than what was needed to feed the horses. The stablehand looked from the buttons to Diamond with wide but unsure eyes. Before she could question it, Diamond interrupted with a chuckle and a charming smile. “Keep the change for yourself.”

Ragi stated a quick goodbye to her horse, gently petting it before looking up to Diamond as he waited for everyone else to bring their horses into the stall. Diamond was watching the others with giddy excitement while his foot tapped impatiently for everyone else to drop off their horses. She didn’t say anything to point this fact out, Ragi was often too shy to speak at times and it would be rude to say anything— they were only at the start of the adventure and she absolutely did not want to have everyone hate her— but she took slight notice of this as she simply waited for her fellow knights to put their horses into stalls. They were truthfully some of the only people it felt like she truly got along with so far.

“Once you put your horses away, the truely amazing part of the Fluffy Chicken will be revealed!!” Diamond chirped happily, his bright blue eyes seemingly sparkling as he waited for the group to finish putting their horses into the stalls. “And believe me when I say their drinks are to die for. Literally! One time, a year or so ago, people nearly died while fighting over the last pint of beer they had left that season. Crazy right? Hopefully we just get drunk tonight and don’t die. That’d be ideal.”

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April 6, 2022 04:45 PM

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Raywen Aevynar | 17 | Novice Ranger | M: Agnar, Bjorn, Diamond, knights, August (all indirectly)

The seal brown gelding's hooves splashed through the muddy water, sending up occasional droplets on the lower ends of Raywen's cloak. She didn't seem to mind. Indeed she did not mind at all, or even notice. Her focus was on the road ahead, and on the strange events that had come about. She still couldn't believe that she was on such a quest, but here she was, riding through the wet muddy streets alongside people she never imagined she would be part of a group with.

She remembered when Agnar had come up to her and asked if she could join him. She almost didn't want to; she feared getting in trouble with Bjorn. However, she decided that she simply could not leave her comrade to do this by himself, so she agreed. The young trainee still recalled first meeting the group. The knights had certainly looked formidable, and just being in the presence of a mage was enough to make her reconsider her decision. Nor to mention that two of the members were thieves. But as she learned about the group's plan, and heard how they were in need of more people, she softened. Even now, as Raywen followed the others to who knows where, she could not quite figure out what made her desire to become a member of the group. What she did know was that she was going to help the others complete the quest, however dangerous it might become.

Staring at the road with her thoughts ahead, she barely realized that her hands were tightening the reins. Her horse, Terial, did not make any attempt of protest, but instead started to slow up. Suddenly, she was cut from her chain of thought as the voice of Bjorn brought her back to the present. With a slightly embarrassed countenance, she obeyed, easing up on the reins. Terial, being the calm and compliant horse he was, speed up in response, returning to the pace of the others without any difficulty. She looked over to her mentor, feeling guilty as she remembered when he had caught up with them after they had run off. She could not look him in the eyes as he stammered, shocked and probably disappointed at what they had done. Raywen had longed for Bjorn to be proud of her, and because of her running off without a word, she feared that she had hurt their teacher-student relationship. Sure, she had wanted to aid the group in their quest, but she couldn't help but feel a strong sense of guilt. Bjorn had already put so much effort into teaching them to be good rangers; the fact that she had ran off and left him still hurt, even after he had joined the group himself.

As they approached a tavern, she could see Diamond stop and dismount up ahead. Since she was in the back of the group, she did not hear clearly what he said, but from his boisterous appearance, she assumed that this was a place he was familiar with. I wonder why. I hope no one tries to pick my pocket. She caught sight of the long weeds growing around the building and the rickety appearance of the stable, in which some members of the group were currently bringing their horses. I have to leave Terial in there? It looks like it might collapse any minute! Raywen thought nervously. Seeing that Bjorn had also dismounted, she felt somewhat encouraged. Bringing Terial up to the stable, she left the saddle smoothly, remembering how her father taught her. Terial was in fact one of the first horses he had taught her to ride. The 14.7 hh gelding was younger then, but even in his youth he had the similar calm personality. He was the horse her father had given her as a gift when she first became a trainee, and the sturdy horse had been with her ever since. Now, she led him into the stable, bringing him into a stall that to her seemed a bit too cramped. Terial didn't seem to mind, and his head lowered as she set to work taking off all the gear, which she left neatly on a post near the edge of the stall.

Once Raywen was done untacking Terial, she watched the others began to enter the tavern. She had seen Diamond pay someone who seemed to be a stablehand, so she hoped that the horses would all be taken care of in their absence. Because of her doubts about the place, she resolved to come back later and make sure they were all taken care of. With a pat on Terial's neck, she left the gelding and walked slowly towards Bjorn, who was close by. Even now, she could not bring herself to talk to him, so she stood in silence at the edge of the stable doors as she watched the rain fall. The sun had almost fallen underneath the horizon, and the golden red glow looked beautiful, even if it was hidden by clouds. Her reddish brown hair, which she had loosened from the hood of her cloak, was brightened by what sunlight could pierce the dark storm clouds, and it looked to her as if the pouring rain had an almost golden hue. It reminded her of a song she knew called The Battle of the Sun. She was almost tempted sing it, but the knowledge that she was surrounded by unfamiliar people kept her voice silent.

As Raywen watched the disappearing sun, she caught a glimpse of Diamond, who looked like he could barely hold in his excitement. He was talking happily about his experience in the tavern, which was apparently named the Fluffy Chicken. She snickered inwardly at the name, but remained composed as the thief expressed his admiration for the quality of their beer. She could imagine that some members of the group would be all too happy to buy as many pints of beer as they were able to. Personally, she had never tried beer herself, except for the one time when her older brother Daerian sneaked her some that he and their father were drinking. Since he has such a high regard for this tavern's beer, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try some, she thought. Besides, when we get to the Outcast Lands, there will be none. A thrill of excitement and fear swept through her with that name, and she recalled their quest. Now, everything seemed to be light-hearted, but once they entered that forbidden land, what would happen? Nervously, she glanced at the falling rain, trying to take her mind off of what lay before her. Sure, she had to uphold the family motto, but what would it cost? The answer to that, she did not want to know.

Edited at May 10, 2022 10:38 PM by Wilderen

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April 6, 2022 07:12 PM

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Agnar Solefair / 17 / Male / Novice Ranger / M: Bjorn, Raywen(ind.), Dimond

Agnar hummed softly to himself as he walked his horse just behind the majority of the group and just in front of his mentor, Bjorn, and his fellow novice ranger, Raywen. He was relatively content now, not minding the occasional splash of muddy water that jumped up on the bottom of his cloak. The steady pace of his small mare, Sasi, was calming.

Of course, Agnar would be lying if he said that there was no sense of guilt tugging at his chest. Though he'd never show it, he did feel rather bad about dragging Raywen and Bjorn into this. Especially when he'd seen the initial disappointment and anger on his mentor's face, and the fear on Raywen's. He regretted getting his friend into trouble. It wasn't Raywen's fault that they had run off, it was all Agnar.

He'd seen this group of people and thought it might be fun to join them, and yes, maybe he was so eager to help them because of the two thieves that may or may not be very eye-catching. Yeah, he probably should have just controlled himself.

Oh well! They were here now! Not much anyone could do about it now! Therefore, no need to worry about it, he'd make it up to Bjorn eventually.

As they approached the tavern, Agnar jumped easily from his horse's back, landing gracefully on his feet, even despite the muddy water that splashed up on the novice ranger's legs. Sasi let out a small snort of annoyance, turning her broad head to glare at her owner with rather offended brown eyes. Agnar grinned at the horse sheepishly. "Sorry, girl." He muttered, picking up her reigns to keep them from dragging on the ground. He wasn't really worried about his horse wandering off, she was very well trained, but he also didn't want muddy reigns. "I'll make it up to you sometime! There has to be an apple somewhere around here, right? What do you say?!"

The horse tossed her ash-gray mane and huffed. Agnar rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, your right, kinda, err..." He lowered his voice, almost so quiet that only his horse could hear. "Bland around here, huh?" Another annoyed huff from Sasi. Agnar grinned. He was convinced that his mare could understand his every word, and he held conversations with her frequently, probably making him look crazy to any outsider. Of course, Agni didn't care about that.

The small novice ranger turned his attention towards Dimond as the thief spoke, grinning at the enthusiasm in his voice. "Must be pretty great with you speaking so highly of it!" Agnar called up, leading Sasi towards the stables and frowning at the sight of it. This definitely didn't look like the best place to keep his beloved mare. Sasi agreed, tossing her head as they entered.

"Sorry, girly, it won't be for long," Agnar promised, carefully removing the bridle from his horse's mouth and looking around for a pail of water for her. "Just a bit, okay, then we'll be on the move again! Just try to get some rest, 'kay?" Sasi watched her owner as he helped her get settled into the chosen stall and lightly nudged him with her nose, an almost affectionate move. Agnar smiled and ran his hands down her neck, brushing his fingers under her mane. "You okay, then? Alright, I'll see you soon! Stay outta trouble, alright?" An almost sarcastic look was sent Agni's way in response and he grinned. "No promises, right?" He waved at his horse and trotted out of the stables, shooting a quick, apologetic grin towards his mentor and Raywen before running over to catch up with Dimond as he entered the tavern.

"Uh, yeah, I didn't come here to die." He agreed, examining his surroundings carefully as they entered. You could never be too safe in unfamiliar territory, that much Agnar knew. He kept his hand resting casually on the handle of the knife hidden under his cloak and an easy smile on his face. His shoulders were lax, and the only thing giving away that he might be on guard were his eyes. "And I'm not actually a huge fan of beer anyway." Agnar shot a quick grin in Dimond's direction. "Though, the way you speak of it, I might just have to try a bit of it."

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April 6, 2022 08:19 PM

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Augustus Rose | 18 | Mage| M: Diamond (ind), Agnar (ind), Raywen (ind),

A little outside of Yollton, Augustus was slumped on a fat, chestnut pony who had an attitude. She was a stubborn creature who August found demeaning. But alas, he had pulled the short straw. The animal didn’t really have a concrete name, August hadn’t bothered with that. What he did call her was along the lines of “Short Straw”, “Unbearable Pain” and “Hater of my Flesh”. Currently, he had been calling her Diamond a bit more frequently. The only thing he and the chestnut had in common was that they both weren’t fond of the name. She seemed to make his ride especially bumpy whenever he called her that. About the fifth time he called her that, she knocked him off completely.

He had never been thrown before and he had to admit, it felt like flying. And then he landed in a fresh bought of mud and a recent pie from someone’s horse. August could’ve sworn that he heard the mare laughing. Cheekily she trotted pass him, throwing up a bit extra of mud onto his red, greasy hair. He had to run to catch her and was almost too worn out to mount the cross animal when he did. His leather ankle boots were leaking in water and his sock-less feet grew cold. Together, they waded through the slimy mud and passed into the town of Yollton. Disgustedly, he tried to wipe off some bits of horse manure from his fine royal blue shirt. Instead he smeared it further and dirtied his hand. He felt like crying. This wasn’t his world. He should’ve been curled up by a warm fire reading the second book of History of Tetran Rulers. He knew it was his fault, but he wouldn’t bring himself to think of it. He just felt the terror and a horrid flash of fear explode inside of him. He only could dare himself to ask himself a single question. What if they found out?

A dragon sized egg of guilt and fear clung to his chest so that he first didn’t notice that they had arrived to the Fluffy Chicken and that the cockroach, Diamond, was excited. Then he heard “toddlers with a temper” which caught his attention. He had a feeling that Diamond was talking about him. He clenched his jaw and started thinking about comebacks, but decided not to use them because it wasn’t specifically directed towards him and in a court of law, he wouldn’t win. There wasn’t enough proof and in a debate Diamond could argue that he was talking about someone else. So he held his tongue.

Then the thief called him “Sparkles”. August frowned at this and would’ve said something if he hadn’t offered to pay for everything. He couldn’t help but stare of the nub where the hand should’ve been. Then he said that they could get mugged. Now the mage’s face paled. He had heard of muggers, but had never been mugged or knew of anyone who had been mugged. But he knew he didn’t like the idea of being mugged and started to look around for something to cover up his rich and well-made clothes. Then it turned out to be a joke? Diamond was confusing going back and forth. In the end, August decided to keep on his finer attire.

He noticed that the others were taking in their horses into the barn, so August followed suite. He was happy to get out of the pouring, ugly rain. The stable was shelter enough, although there would be some random leaks in the roofing. He led his stubborn mount into one of the nearest stalls to the door. He watched one of the ranger’s apprentices, Ray something, untack her horse. He gingerly touched the mare’s face to take off the bridle and the creature was for once relaxed for him. The same for the saddle and the saddle pad. The chestnut looked over into one of the buckets. Inside was some stale water with some flies buzzing around. With his nose wrinkled, August peeked in and saw that there weren’t any eggs laid inside. He considered the water doable for the sassy mare’s drinking water.

One of the stablehands dropped off a light bucket of grain by hanging it on a hook inside the stall. The chestnut pushed by August to get to the sweet smelling feed. He propped the damp saddle and saddle blanket over the stall railing and hung the bridle on a peg outside of the stall. As he left the barn, he could still hear his pony happily munch on the food.

He followed the others inside the tavern and heard Diamond’s comment on people killing each other for beer. He made a disgusted face and was reluctant to breath the heavy alcoholic scent in the building’s air. He nodded his agreement when Agnar commented that he wasn’t here to die. He was suspicious on what was in it. He had actually never drank any type of strong drink. His mother had been totally against the stuff and wouldn’t even allow the cooks to cook with it. She in fact made him swear that he’d never try it and so far he’s kept that promise. While he held his doubts about alcohol, he was still curious and his mother wasn’t here and she’d probably never find out. Perhaps, I might try just a little sip, he thought.

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April 7, 2022 10:59 PM

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Ann Pekham // 28 // Cartographer // Mentions: Diamond (Dir), Everyone (Ind)

Ann laid her chin onto the coarse hair of the old shire horse underneath her. Thick hoofbeats filled the air as the horses trotted through the muddy path. She stared off into the distance, zoning off as best she could without slipping off the saddle. The new sights and sounds as they'd approached Yollton had excited Ann to no end. The first few hours were filled with her head constantly whipping around to take in the muddy landscape. This 'beautiful' terrain quickly grew duller as time passed, their path was set and until they reached the Outcast Lands, exploring could only be a pipe dream.

Ann sighed as she stroked through her horses' mane, the beautiful black of it replaced mostly by white as the years passed. Her hands itched to grab at her bag and pull out her old, battered utensils and twirl them around at the least. She gripped the reins tighter to keep her hand in place. This was her single chance to fulfill her and her mentors' dreams, and no king, queen, lord, or wizard would get in her way. The woman remembered the day this quest had been announced. Her screams of joy had echoed throughout the entire village, yielding several complaints from neighbors and many more from her family.

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"I'm a grown woman! I get to choose what I do and I'M choosing to leave!" Ann clutched her bag to her side like a lifeline. Her mother sat with her siblings as her father grew red in the face from shouting.

"Like hell you are! You're a grown woman so act like it, Annie!" Her father made a sound closer to a growl than a sigh. "What will people think if my daughter, if Olivers' wife went off to who knows where for who knows how long?"

"If you think my resolve is that shallow then try me. Go ahead and report me, have me branded, I'll achieve MY goal either way."

"A childish, penniless girl who's in her head all day? You won't last a day. I knew I shouldn't have let you stare at maps in the woods all day. Maybe you'd be something." Her father crossed his arms over his large chest, and a cold look pierced through Ann. Her head looked down at the floor, a hush fell over the room. Ann's mother stood from her place beside her grandmother, a solemn look plaguing her delicate features. "Dear, maybe we should-"

"Fine." Ann interrupted, the air thickened as she reached into the ink-stained pack, her hands trembled as she pulled something out. "Here," Ann threw down a bag, landing with a hard thud on the floor. "You want money? There it is! In the future, I'll make ten no- a HUNDRED times more than that. I'll make history, just see if I don't!" Her family watched in shock as Ann stormed away. She stood a second, then two, hardly disturbing the chilly night air. Her eyes held frustrated tears as her feet pounded off into the night.
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"Come. ON!" Ann pulled at the reins of her horse, his large hooves refusing to move from their place just beyond the threshold of the stable. They had just arrived at the inn, and many of the group's horses crowded in the tiny stalls. The horses' tall head was barely shorter than the doors' frame, his brown eyes calmly looking at Ann. Ann furrowed her brows, dropping down a bit and picking up some stray hay from the floor. The graying horse slowly trotted forward nipping at the hay in her hand. "There we go Camron, your too old to be acting all stubborn." Ann shuffled the things in the stall around a bit, making room for the large stallion to a least eat and drink. After a few minutes, she nodded her head in satisfaction at the new arrangement. Taking off Camrons' equipment one by one. "It's just for a bit and then we'll see the world together, okay? Besides, you own me one bud." She gestured towards her crooked nose, chuckling to herself as she stroked her horse softly.

Exiting the stable, Ann ambled towards the rugged-looking inn. Her hands fiddled with the edges of her brown cloak, picking at the already frayed edges. She found the one-handed one (What was his name? Diamond?), shouting excitedly. "...One time, a year or so ago, people nearly died while fighting over the last pint of beer they had left that season. Crazy right? Hopefully, we just get drunk tonight and don’t die. That’d be ideal.” Although her slight contempt for the thief still held true, Ann couldn't stop the loud laughter that left her lips. "You can't have a proper drinking night without a few fists thrown! That's what the people in my hometown always say!" Ann smiled childishly, placing her hands on her hips and standing tall. "Besides, where's the fun if we're not on our toes. We just have to keep an eye on our pockets is all."

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April 8, 2022 09:30 PM

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Ivayla Prowze | 27 | Disrespectful Knight | Mentions: Saber (dir), Diamond (ind), others (ind)

Ivayla leaned back in her seat, placing her palms behind her on the horse's sturdy hindquarters, making sure her hands wouldn't slip on the animal's wet hide before she put her full weight on her palms. The woman arched her back in a half hearted attempt to relieve some of the stiffness in her spine from sitting too long, then tilted her head up to face the rain-dense clouds. She blinked rapidly against the drizzle, stubbornly attempting to study the sky before giving up and closing her eyes, letting the rain dance over her face.

“Vay! Stop messing around and dry off, would you? If you keep letting yourself get all soaked you’re going to become ill, and then I have to be the one to deal with you and your whiny, melodramatic, sick self.”

A warm voice whispered past Ivayla’s ears; attempting to sound stern but failing due to the undertone of amusement and affection that he couldn’t hide, no matter how hard he tried. A ghost of the past. Even now, years later, she was still haunted by his memory. With a sigh Ivayla sat upright once again, wiping the raindrops off her face with the inside of the hood of her cloak and pulling it further over her head. She had playfully argued and joked and bantered, but in the end, she always listened to him.

Ivayla’s attention shifted back from the past to the present, particularly to the journey she now found herself on. In truth, she hadn’t minded the trip so far. Yes, she was traveling with quite the group of misfits and interesting individuals, people she never would have met under different circumstances. If anyone had approached her in the past and told her of what was to come, and how she would be on this journey, she most definitely would have laughed in their face. However the past three years had been somber ones, ones that Ivayla was quite content to leave in the past and never relive again. This adventure they were going on so far was proving to be the most exciting thing she’s done in a long time, and (dare she say it), Ivayla was starting to feel a little like her old self again. While she was certain that they would all have their fair share of troubles, due to both the nature of their journey and this unique assortment of individuals, Ivayla found herself looking forward to it. After all, with a group such as this, and a mission such as theirs, there certainly was no lack of entertainment to be had.

Ivayla’s thinking was reinforced as they approached the shabby tavern, and the members of their group began dismounting and talking amongst one another. She couldn’t help but listen in as drew closer, amused by Diamond’s words and the others' responses, but especially by the nicknames the thief had already coined for a couple of their other travel companions. ‘Oh yes,’ Ivayla thought to herself, her attention moving past the group for a moment, looking off into the direction of the Outcast Lands. Now that they were so much closer to the real beginning of the journey, Ivayla could sense an undercurrent of change in the air, and both an eager and nervous anticipation for what lay ahead of them. ‘Yes, this is going to be fun indeed.’

Thoughts snapping back to the moment, Ivayla was simply looking forward to some dry shelter (no matter how shabby it was), and warm food and mead to fill her stomach. Hopefully she’d find some good conversation, and perhaps a little information, while she was at it. Ivayla's attention turned to the man sitting in front of her, her gaze fixing on his back. A small smile threatened the corner of her lips. She had behaved herself during the ride, for the most part, but now that they had nearly arrived at the tavern…

“My goodness Saber,” Ivayla drawled, sighing dramatically. “Can’t you urge your horse to go any faster? I’m on the verge of quite simply passing away from boredom back here. Besides, one shouldn’t keep a lady exposed to the harsh elements like this; it’s not good for our health, and quite frankly it’s disrespectful too.”

Edited at April 8, 2022 09:31 PM by Lost Legends

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April 9, 2022 12:39 AM

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Lord Nicolas "Saber" Herran | 23 | Male | Unfair Knight | Ivayla, everyone else (ind)

This night ride was difficult enough already, but it certainly didn't help that Viper just kept moving. It was distracting. He couldn't bring himself to make Sailor go faster, since her squirming to get comfortable in a saddle not suited for two was provoking a surprising number of questions, and that stuck him in his head. So, they were going slow. Very slow. Though, he was sure that if he asked her to settle down, she'd likely take it as an opportunity to be... real Viper. The one intentionally doing it. Focus, Nic.

To distract himself, he spent an inhumane amount of attention on Sailor's hoofbeats in the mud. Splash. Splash. The steps were even, strong. The stallion had a good gait; it was a shame he wasn't a racer. Splash. Splish. Sailor was getting old, wasn't he? How long had they been paired? Splash. Splash. Something was off. An echo, barely audible over the rain, and nearly impossible to discern in the weather they were in. Drawing the reins, he squinted into the night. The echo stopped.

They were being followed.

He sighed. The tavern wasn't too far, and he could feel Viper's warmth on his back. It made him want to give in and ride straight for the inn, but that wasn't the honor of a knight. "Hey Viper, are you up for some fun?" Not waiting for her answer, he took his longer shiv from one of the saddlebags and kicked Sailor into a gallop- back in the direction they came from. As they reached the sound, he saw the rider, clothed in black, drawing a sword from his sheath.

Everything happened quickly after that. They passed the rider, and Saber struck at his horse's foreleg, causing the former to get crushed under his steed's weight. Sailor reared and immediately turned back to their destination, and he had to grip Viper's arm to keep her from falling. They returned to their former pace- slow- as if nothing had happened. He could almost feel the intense look she was giving, whichever it may have happened to be. "Oh, you know the horse will be fine. They do have magic for a reason. Otherwise, we'd be little more than carcasses."

Or perhaps she had barely noticed the entire action, and he was imagining her incredulosity. Either way, an explanation was an explanation.

There was decidedly little excitement for the remainder of the trip, but she had stopped squirming after the incident, which was much less provocative, and far more helpful to their eventual progression into the town known as "Yollton". He often had business in Yollton, which made for interesting trips as he frequently had to head there after visiting Bihrala in Charleston Port. Of course, he'd never gone before on what he was sure was the longest horse ride because of the woman almost certainly intentionally distracting him.

He twitched when she spoke, jumping out of his thoughts. Was she whispering, or was that his wild imagination? It's been quite the day, hasn't it? Settling down into the saddle, he slowed Sailor down even further and relaxed. "Aww... do you miss your horse? I'm sure that one gave you quite an adventure." He turned his face to the side, and, with a smirk, gave a quick wink before swinging Sailor into a full gallop. They galloped straight into the stables, skidding to a stop and sending the already boarded horses into a frenzy. The stablehand gave him a cross look before moving to settle them down.

Quickly dismounting, he flicked two silver coins at Viper before bowing deeply. "Coin for the finest madamoiselle in court, my Lady. That fine stableman there does much work without ever recieving good pay, do go hand one to him then find a little something for yourself." Lifting himself from the bow, he quickly addressed the others before moving back to stand between Sailor and the annoyed stablehand, reaching an arm up to Viper.

His expression turned politely blank, and he watched her with a deep, pensive gaze. He could sense her possible perplexement, but they'd known eachother a while... she should at least be familiar with his moods, right?

"You are a lady, Ivayla Prowze, no matter what you think you are. Allow me, as a knight and comrade, to assist you."

Edited at April 9, 2022 12:41 AM by Ebanon

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