Neithan adjusted the hold on his reins, shifting uneasily in the saddle. It was... very unlikely he would ever become especially used to actually riding the beasts, though he was fine with them as aids in.... well. Farming. Mounts? He moved around in the seat again and the horse threw its head in what he suspected was protest.
"Are any of y' especially good wi' readin' maps?" He tossed to his companions, brow furrowing a bit. The concept of the assignment was simple enough. Go out, find an artifact, bring it back. And, of course, survive the trek there and back. The sort of key part, really. On par with getting the directions right in terms of importance, he would think. He held the map up to whomever might take it from him, giving an unapologetic shrug. "I can if necessary but it's not my best skill." No shame in admitting it. At least in his head, he had plenty of other capabilities that'd make up for it.
He was also completely welcomed to fighting someone over this. Zero shame in that, either.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 35/35+?+? YOUR HP: 30/30
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My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Oh god. Who's bright idea was it to put her behind the reigns of something. She was nervous, sure, but she also felt randomly at ease? Aniu didn't know. It was hard to explain.
"You're uh.... making him, her... it. Nervous." She spoke up, eyeing her partner's mount. "Don't take this wrong, but I think your size is spooking it." She glanced from the beast to it's rider. "I can read them some, but given I'm not as familiar with this area as most may be, I might miss a thing or two. Though, I'm sure between the three of us we'll figure something out?"
Well wasn't she just radiating sunshine and confidence.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 25/ 25+ 35+ ?? YOUR HP: 30/30
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My character's name: Aniu Ebonmourne Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character Knight-Apperentace Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Llyr was relatively uncertain as to what exactly was going to occur on this little excursion of theirs; but he supposed, as long as he had comrades-in-arms to accompany him, then all would be well. They could all three of them make it back, with the missing king intact and in good health, and then things would settle down rather nicely.
He flashed his two new friends a smile that was still a little vague, due to habit, but was at least relatively warm and sincere, since Llyr thought little of actually lying or sugarcoating things, and wasn't quite capable of performing such a heinous act anyway.
The horse gave a little whinny and tossed its head, and Llyr took a breath, readjusting his hold on the reigns.
"I am relatively well-versed in reading, but my sense of direction, is alas, not quite as up to par," he said apologetically.
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Food remaining: 25 / 25 YOUR HP: 30 / 30
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My character's name: Llyrendil Character's journal:Here! BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: See avi! Character rank: Apprentice - Knight
[Mistress Morbid]
Kaefaux
Kaefaux rolled 1 4-sided dice:
3Total: 3 (1-4)
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 4:29 am
A wary smile, one that could be vaguely considered warm, met the girl's observation of his horse. "Her," he corrected lightly, "dislike for the match is mutual." He released the reins long enough to pat the horse's neck. "Prefer to walk than t' ride, though that'll not help me here." He listened as both his companions stated similar states to his own, and when neither seemed interested in taking the map from him he gave a light shrug and opened it up. Very well. Least he could trust to check with them both when it came to his own attempt to read the thing.
Though he felt it was... straight forward enough, their current path. So it wasn't with much hesitation he nudged his horse forward and pointed towards a path cutting through the mountains. Least he was... fairly confident that was the one the map was pointing them on.
Of course. He didn't have the ears his horse did. The mare had begun to fidget and throw her head long before he'd caught even a hint of the buzzing, and being the stubborn man he was Neithan had only continued to urge her forward. In retrospect, as his arm moved out to push aside a branch, he probably should have been paying attention to all that buzzing.... preferably before he found himself being attacked by damn bees.
The mare let out a cry at the insects and their stingers, rearing back and successfully dumping the less than experienced rider clean onto his back with a less than graceful oath. Face dark in anger as he watched his horse race off--hopefully back to the stables at least--he thrust the map back towards his two companions. "One of ye take the damned thing. Dinnae trust me wi' it." Took him a small moment to get back to his feet--and make sure he was away from the blasted bees--and while he was at least glad to see the horse had dropped some of his saddle bags along with him... he glanced back to the path before them with many more inward curses. He just had to say how he'd prefer to walk...
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 80/85 YOUR HP: 30/30
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My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Aniu noticed the sound just a little too late. It was an all too familiar sound. She cringed, watching her taller companion get thrown from his horse. Climbing off her own, she clambered over to him, offering a hand. "This is gonna sound a bit redundant but.... You okay?"
And of course. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, her vision swam. "Hold that thought." She said as she blitzed away from Neith, ducking behind a small cluster of trees. She emerged a few moments later, looking rather pale. It wouldn't be hard for the boys to figure out what she was doing. "We uh... Might wanna head back? Maybe?"
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: ??/85 YOUR HP: 30/30
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My character's name: Aniu Ebonmourne Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character Knight-Apperentace Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Kaefaux
I can't edit worth s**t
kuuropii
Im also too lazy to look up dysentery. Llyr your adopted sister is sick broski
Posted: Wed May 06, 2015 8:04 pm
He took the hand offered with a scowl. "Aye I'll be--" Before he could finish though, the girl bolted for cover, leaving Neithan blinking after her and glancing uneasily to their third companion. He was alright though. More that his pride was bruised... along with his back. But both would heal in time.
Trying to gather his wits about him again, when she joined them again with a rather pale complexion Neithan winced inwardly. Ah. So he wasn't the only one with misfortune on this trip. Waving her back to her horse, he gave a brief nod. "I think that'd be the best plan at this point. We can set out again in the morrow." Though as he glanced at her he mentally amended to... well, whenever she was feeling well enough.
[ ATTEMPT ONE - FAILED ]
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 80/85 YOUR HP: 30/30
OOC
My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Aniu just groaned lightly, forcing a small week smile. "You're the best ya know that? Erg... Sorry about that." The young girl swayed slightly. "Um... Do you want my ride? Er. We could share I guess but I don't know if you wanna risk..." She held up a hand, the other covering her mouth. After a moment, she stood again, looking even more pale then before. "Yeah uh... So far warning, I apologize if it happens. But we should probably get going."
-- MEANWHILE AT THE LEGION OF DOOM I mean, the next day --
"Okay! Leeeets try this again..." She glanced at her partner. "Uh, I know yesterday wasn't the best, but uh, Thank you? I guess, for not immediately getting rid of me. Oh, right. Uuum my name's Aniu. We kinda... never got to that yesterday." She blinked at the steeds again, and then at the map. "Do... you wanna walk instead? It might take a while but.."
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 28 (you had to roll an awkward number didn't you aniu) YOUR HP: 30/30
OOC
My character's name: Aniu Ebonmourne Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character Knight-Apperentace Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
As the new day met them, Neithan was at least hoping for a better outcome of their mission. Preferably one without a rocky ride back like the previous one...
Regardless, he gave a small smile and nod to the more boisterous companion of his. "May luck be at least somewhat on our side this day," he almost laughed. To her words of thanks his expression shifted slightly from neutral to almost... confused. Before settling back into passive. "It'd be poor form t' leave someone behind. Though I understand some situations might not allow stoppin', if we can..." He trailed off in a shrug, though not fully sure his meaning was getting across. "Good to meet you then, truly, Aniu. I go by Neithan."
Offering her a simple nod of greeting, he only shook his head then to the offer to walk. His horse from the day before had indeed returned to the stables and he patted the mare's neck. "We'll see how far we get 'fore the bees come back t' haunt us." One could say he actually cracked a joke. Sort of. Maybe. Eh.
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 56/56 YOUR HP: 30/30
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My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
"Anything is better then yesterday I think." The girl shrugged lightly. "I could have gotten you both sick after I... literally spilled my guts everywhere yesterday. Not everyone wants to stick around after something like that ya know??" She blinked. "Yeeeeah if we get into something like that, just do what you need to. I'll take care of myself. I'll figure something out." Aniu flashed him a cheeky grin.
"Neithan. I'll remember that! It's good to meet you too." She stared when he mentioned bees, before snickering lightly. "I'll try to do a better job at getting rid them this time if we run into them."
-
The pair had made some decent progress into their quest, only having gotten lost, slightly, once, on Aniu's part. She'd quickly given up the map after that, settling instead to be the look out instead of the navigator. That was until, the pair turned to find a lone deer running straight at them. There was something off about it, given the way it was frothing at the mouth and acting awkward. The deer, despite it's smaller stature, rammed itself into Aniu's mount, causing the beast to rear and toss her completely from it.
"Welp. Now I know how you felt."
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 56/56 YOUR HP: 20/30
OOC
My character's name: Aniu Ebonmourne Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character Knight-Apperentace Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Kaefaux
SORRY I BULLSHITED THIS MY NIGHT DIDNT GET BETTER /SOBS
DON'T FORGET TO TURN OFF YOUR SIGNATURE IN TIH EVENT POST
Kaefaux rolled 1 4-sided dice:
2Total: 2 (1-4)
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 8:04 pm
To hear Aniu say that not everyone would stay with a comrade earned her a slightly skeptical look from the large man, Though he withheld any vocalized commentary. It didn't seem likely to him that most would just abandon someone in a time of need if it such could be avoided. At least in this case, it was more a sickness and not something... well, something he hoped wasn't dire. She'd at least seemed to have recovered well enough. So what large risk was there to him in the long run?
He did give her an especially disagreeing look when she commented how she could take care of herself. But again. He said nothing. No one could claim he was picking fights verbally.
Really, so long as they didn't come across the damn bees he was pretty confident they'd be alright. And as their trek went on and they only had one deviation--to which Neithan resumed ownership of the map, much to his amusement--he was feeling all the more confident in this assessment.
Until the damn deer came rushing at them.
When Aniu was thrown from her horse Neithan reined in his own and dismounted, holding a hand out to her to help her back up. "Are ye alright?" He noticed the deer hadn't continued on its path, but instead was only a few paces away, huffing and puffing and pawing at the ground. And charged right on into Neithan himself, catching him square in the gut and knocking the wind from him before it veered off and seemed to finally leave them. At least still on his feet, he struggled to get his air back before looking to Aniu with a disbelieving scowl. "Startin' t' think all the animals here are possessed."
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 56/56 YOUR HP: 20/30
OOC
My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
"I'm fine..." The young girl mumbled, picking herself up. Yeah, she'd agree with that mentality. "Eh... At least it wasn't a fluffy white bunny? Deer's at least have some girth to them.." She winced when he was hit right in the stomach. That had to hurt, even if the guy seemed well off. "How are you? Bruise anything up??"
"That could have gone better... But I don't know about you, but I'd rather have that over getting sick again.." She dusted herself off, giving him a smile. "Let's keep gong yeah? We should try to get through as much of the forest before it gets dark."
--
"I hate spiders." Aniu hissed as she picked cob webs off her clothing. She would have said she hated the elves, but with her luck, she'd get shot at. "How you holding up Neithan???" She turned, glancing at him when something caught her eye. "Is that food?" She asked? "You know what. ******** it. It's probably poisoned or something, pack it up anyway."
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 66/66 YOUR HP: 20/30
OOC
My character's name: Aniu Ebonmourne Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character Knight-Apperentace Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
Kaefaux
SORRY I BULLSHITED THIS MY NIGHT DIDNT GET BETTER /SOBS
Kaefaux rolled 1 4-sided dice:
1Total: 1 (1-4)
Posted: Fri May 08, 2015 8:52 pm
Neithan coughed a bit, glad he at least stayed on his feet but... not entirely well off after that damn hit. "I'll be fine. Likely t' have a hell of a bruise but I'll live," he nodded to her after trying to take a few deep breaths. He at least was able to suppress the winces. Getting back onto his horse, he gave her a small smile. "Aye, because the best place t' be at night is a dark forest." He meant it as a tease, a joke, but he did check his saddle bags to make sure he had some supplies to assist in making a fire. Or torches. Or both.
As he peered at the map through the murk of the woods, he was in definite agreement with Aniu's sentiments. Still when she questioned his condition he looked up from the paper and shrugged. He could breath easily again at least. "Well enough, thank ye. What of yerself?" He paused when she paused to collect the fallen supplies, peering curiously at it. "We'll have t' be careful should we eat it later," he huffed, picking up a piece and trying to examine it in the growing dark.
Clicking near his head had his horse spooking, dancing away from the source before Neithan even had time to lift his head and--- stare right at the large clicking mandibles of an immense spider. Cursing, he dropped the bit of food he was holding, kicking the mare forward to get them away from the creature. "Ye just had t' comment on hatin' spiders!"
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 61/66 YOUR HP: 20/30
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My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
My character's name: Aniu Ebonmourne Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character Knight-Apperentace Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
[quote="Kaefaux]SORRY I BULLSHITED THIS MY NIGHT DIDNT GET BETTER /SOBS
"It was the lesser of two evils!" Aniu puffed, after the pair had manged avoid a rather dangerous volley of arrows. "At least the spider's cant freaking understand me. The elves could..." She was about to say something else when her horse suddenly threw her again as a loud roar pierced the air. Aniu blinked upside down at the large firey beast that tore past them, crashing into their caravan.
"There. Poisoned food taken care of."
QUEST STATUS
Food remaining: 66/66 YOUR HP: 20/30
OOC
My character's name: Aniu Ebonmourne Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Rank of character Knight-Apperentace Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
My character's name: Neithan Character's journal link:Here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A tall man with a broad, muscular build, the dark-skinned and fair-haired Neithan can be easily picked out of a crowd. That he has a tendency to linger towards the back of them certainly assists in this. Slow to speak to others, despite his usually narrowed gaze he can be civil to any he passes. His preference for space and few words might earn him a frosty reputation among some, but the simple attire and warm light brown eyes does match the simple pleasures he finds in smaller gatherings and lighter conversations. All a great contrast to the immensely fiery temper he possesses, something he's still struggling to fully rein in despite training. Neithan is a man of action first, deliberation second, something fueled quite easily in his experience by his sheer size, strength, and explosive determination. Not always a bad thing to have on your side. Rank of character Knight Apprentice { 1d4 } Sacred Points obtained: ???/100
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