The Walls of Isyl-Belyrith [1 Jan] - In need of players. x_X

[Little Red Sparrow]

The small long-eared elf made a little hiccoughing noise at the sudden loss of warmth, his eyes opening to peer blearily up at the back of Scarlette. The extended periods of sleep, as well as the food she had fed him, gave the little boy some form of energy; enough to slowly sit himself up and move against the other elf. His little hands, now quite cold, found their way up underneath her shirt and he weakly pressed them against her warm skin of her side. This brought on a little smile from the boy as he went on to hug her middle, feebly nuzzling his head into the folds of the fabric against her side.

Within about ten minutes, slightly longer than it normally would have taken, Elizabeth had sucessfully donned most of her armour and was, at this point in time, slipping on her right gauntlet. It was a little warmer with all the armour on, some parts of it had extra padding on that contributed, although a cloak would have been a help to the cold. The only cloak she owned was Sir Tripwood's black cloak that was trimmed in white, but she could never bring herself to wearing it.

The knight from earlier stood waiting in the doorway, holding his helmet with its brass dragon on the top holding his heraldic[is that even a word?] shield, surrounding by a coiled rope of yellow and black strands. His cloak looked thick and heavy, bearig the same two colours, yellow and black, in a quartered design. The cloak seemed to encase the knight's body and feet, the long material almost reaching the floor, and hid half of his body (the arm that held his helmet was holding the cloak back and away from him).

This knight in question had fine features, his jaw rather delicate looking compared to some of the other soldiers, and his hair was messy yet a glossy black, looking slightly damp - presumably he had washed it this morning.

"Ready?" he murmured, his voice comanding, yet not overpowering like Selden.  

[Little Red Sparrow]

"Do either of you have cloaks..?" the knight murmured in the same tone, as if he could only speak in that murmuring drawl, "You know how cold it gets."

Elizabeth silently pulled on her left gauntlet with a thoughtful expression. She then stood there for a while before giving out a little sigh, "Yes.." she stated under her breath, "I have one."

"Then put it on. No need for you to become a block of ice." the knight state light-heartedly, offering a small smile, "No really. Put it on."

Meanwhile, further down the hall, the messenger/swordsman was bolting out the door with his cloak half on. Soon he had managed to stop himself being strangled by his cloak and was jumping on the nearest Yesoppe and disappeared around a corner in the direction of the castle.  

[Little Red Sparrow]

The knight raised a brow at Rachael, "... I'll go find you one." he murmured before turning to leave teh doorway. Emblazoned on the back of his cloak in white was his heraldic dragon.

{Short post.. I'm off to the horses now so I won't be on 'till later.}  

[Little Red Sparrow]

[Added Adonnith Scyllrush to the NPC box]

The knight paused after hearing a females voice direction in his direction, a delicate brow raising as he listened, "Well I don't know who you are, ma'am, but us soldiers are going to have to fill the shifts of the newly deceased, ma'am. Please, do not worry." he drawled before moving off once more in search of a cloak for Rachael - no doubt it would be easy to find one as they had just had a drastic cut-back of soldiers.

Plus, all he would have to do to make it fit would be to slice the end off it, and that was easier done than said.

Elizabeth took a little breath as she stepped over to the collection underneath the dust sheet. Hesitantly, she pulled the sheet off to reveal the many things that had belonged to the late Sir Tripwood. There, still standing perfectly on its stand was his suit of armour, still with the single puncture wound low on the right shoulder that had presumably killed the man. There attatched to the suit was the black cloak trimmed in white.

Behind the suit of armour was a wooden stand that vaguely took the shape of a horse. There was a black cloth over it with a hole for the horse's neck and was, again, trimmed thickly in white. The bottom of the cloth had the square cut pattern that resembled the fortifications of the wall. Over this black cloth was the armour for the horse, large pieces of metal linked elaborately together to provide optimum movement for the horse itself. The armour included a chest piece, a large hid-quarters piece, the main part that covered a lot of the neck and an elaborate headpiece that included a finely sculpted golden horn - to make the horse appear to be a unicorn presumably.

Right in the corner was a small weapons rack that held proudly the large broadsword, the hilt masterfully sculpted to depict a crow on the guard. The blade looked a little chipped in places and the other selection of swords looked well-used. Other than that, there were a few personal-looking boxes and such, as well as the highly polished saddle, that were dotted around between the three large stands.

Elizabeth carefully took the cloak from the suit of armour as if it could tear at any moment, before reluctantly throwing it about her shoulders and doing up the clasp at the front that was, unsuprisingly, shaped as a crow in flight.  

[Little Red Sparrow]

Meanwhile, out on the cold streets a small escort of tired spearmen were escorting three figures down the street in direction of the nearest barracks. The street they were travelling down, Grafton Yard, was pretty much deserted save for the cart that was trundling up towards them. The fatigued Yesoppe struggled to pull the half empty cart up the slight incline, the poor animal close to collapsing. It's bones showed through its thick fur, a lot of it matted and entangled with sweat, whilst its gasping breaths filled the air about it, the breath turning white as it hit the cold air.

The four spearmen, of which only one looked fully awake, murmured between themselves as they marched the three down past the cart, passing comments about curses and other suspicions; a few of the comments were based on the three they were currently escorting.

They walked right up to the door, a rushing swordsman almost colliding with them as he rushed off to the nearest Yesoppe - the man soon charging up the road with what appeared to be important business. It was then something odd was noticed; the guard standing outside was very stiff and looked to have been frozen completely over, although the position he had been frozen in looked as iff he had either fallen asleep or been knocked to the ground.  

[Little Red Sparrow]

Soon Adonnith, after ignoring the mutterings of the elfen mage with her small charge, returned to Rachael and Elizabeth weilding a thick woolen cloak and a small dagger. Elizabeth eyed the man, her eyes lingering on the dagger. It seemed to her that she hadn't seen the man before, and now she had been awoken from her daze she was taking more notice of such oddities about the way he walked and composed himself.

The golden and black knight seemed to be slightly hunched over and, wherever he was, appeared to be ready to pounce and attack. His walking gait was smooth an even with his feet given him a very sturdy base in whatever position or stance he had. His face betrayed the somewhat highly strung stance he held, muscles ready to snap. He even had a sword connected to his hip, the scabbard reaching out the bottom of his cloak as he stooped and hastily fitted the cloak in a crude manner on Rachael's shoulder, the bottom of the material tearing away from the sharp dagger.

"There." he stated calmly whilst Elizabeth kept a wary and untrusting gaze upon the back of his head.

Selden raised his head before blinking at Scarlette. Ah yes, the elf he had been escorting - he had thoroughly forgotten about her. "Sorry." he began, his singing voice picking up, "I have a duty, well half duty, to look after the woman knight and any help you may be able to give would be much apreciated, miss DuVall! You are a mage, are you not? Would you be able to tell what had killed the men here if you studied their bodies? Or am I confusing your profession with something else?"  

[Little Red Sparrow]

{More than likely I'll let you describe the clothes/items I give you unless I describe them myself. xP Lets you chose your characters appearance.}

Adonnith took a small breath as he straightened, opening his mouth to speak, only to have Elizabeth's voice interupt him.

"Better to be safe than sorry." she stated promptly and on cue, giving Adonnith another untrusting glance before looking quickly away to Rachael once more, "You never know. Might have another encounter like in the square."

Adonnith frowned at the mention of an incident he wasn't informed of, but chose not to ask for the lady knight in front of him seemed to have something against him already. He gave a little sigh, now believing the statement 'Evening shift's are always grumpy, no matter what the time.' even more. Eventually he stepped out of the room, a hand reaching to rest upon the hilt of his sword underneath his cloak.

"Better go and see if there are any nice horses to rescue, eh? Not very often you get to chose the horse." he commented before trudging towards the nearest door that led outside, presumably heading for the stables. Elizabeth waited a long time before talking once more, somewhat relieved that the knight had left.

"I suppose now would be a good time to teach you how to ride." she began, resting a hand on her hip, "My shift, should it stay the same, doesn't start until noon so we have plenty of time."