Medeval RP discussion

((talk normally like this.. rp when you're ready))

Ian was riding his new horse trying to get the horse comfortable with him. He decided to go to the trees and see if the horse can handle it. He was riding bare back and with his white tunic and pants. He rode effortlessly.

Katherine heard something approaching and her eyes widened in fear. She barely had even begun to catch her breath and now she would have to flee once more. Twisting and running through the trees, she scanned the area around her for any sign of a threat. Her twin blades were out and ready as she ran. When she spotted a man riding a horse, she froze and tensed up. Was he one of the men that had been chasing her? "Who are you."

Belladonna was walking through the forest, humming softly. She wore a green cloak over her dress, the hood covering her face.

Lila sat on her throne at the castle. She had a small mirror in her hand and she studied her reflection.

Aldreda was also among the many walking through the forest, accompanied by the large dog she had gotten to keep intruders out of her room when little Ariel had proven herself so ineffectual in that department. The beast then proved himself to be a huge pest, messing with the gardens when not walked and over powering the servants when he was walked, Aldreda was really the only person with any sort of control over the large mastiff so the duty of walking him daily had fallen to her much to her annoyance

Belladonna saw Aldreda but pretended she didn't. She knew that she was a princess and she didn't have high opinions of the royal family. Belladonna kept her head down and continued on as if she didn't see a thing.

Aldreda on the other hand, did not notice and while trying to get the dog to walk faster so she could get this over and done with walked strait into Belladonna, causing the two girls to fall to the forest floor

Bane was in the forest looking for a place to rest... he saw the man on the horse ride by & scampered up a tree... he followed him through the trees & then saw the man on the horse come to a hault by this girl... bane thought to him self about where he knew her...

Belladonna stood up and offered her hand to help Aldreda. "Are you alright?"

Tavia stood behind the the king's throne in the throne room. She was waiting for her next mission, whatever it might be.

Lila gave Tavia a look but ignored her. She went back to examining her reflection.

"I'm fine" She said, taking the older girl's hand and standing, wiping off dirt from her dress and looking around for the mastiff, who was now nowhere to be found

Bane had figured it out! this girl (Katherine) was one of the assassins he had seen at their last meeting

Belladonna took of her hood and smiled at the girl, biting her tongue to keep from calling her names. "Are you looking for something?"

Tavia gave the queen a slight nod. She'd never really like the queen to begin with, but she was her kings wife and for that reason alone demanded her respect.

Lila stood and walked away. She went to a secret room in the castle, one not even the king knew about. This was wear her witch friend stayed.

"My dog seems to have run off in the collision..." She said, looking around the clearing before looking back at Belladonna, who bore a shocking resemblance to the young princess, some features may have been foreign to her but for the most part she looked very much the same

"You better go find him, then." Belladonna said, giving her a polite smile. She really couldn't stand royalty.

"He'll wander back, he hates being alone in the wild"

Belladonna raised an eyebrow. "I would have thought all dogs loved the wild....but I suppose they are like people in the sense that they are all different." She said thoughtfully. Belladonna loved animals. "Well, it was nice talking to you, princess." She bowed her head in respect, even though she had no respect for her, and turned, walking silently to the stream.

Izzy was walking in the forest with her swords in the sheaths on her sides. She had a hood covering her head and a scarf wrapped around her neck and face to make sure no one would get to see what she looked like. She moved her scarf down so it wasn't on her face and was on her neck now. She tapped her fingers against her pants leg. She thought maybe someone would want to talk to her. She never had a love before but hoped maybe she would find a person who would truly like her. She wandered in the forest hoping maybe someone would care to talk to her as she wandred around aimlessly.

Belladonna saw Izzy and smiled at her. Then she saw the weapons she carried but pretended she didn't. She kept alert though. Belladonna was no fool and she always kept her knife hidden under her cloak. "Hello." She said politely.

Izzy laughed softly. She figured she would see she was an assassin. But it wasn't like she was going to randomly going to go off and hurt someone. She just carried them incase anything would happen to her. She just wished sometimes people would think even though she carried those swords that wouldn't stop anyone from talking to her. "Hello there. And what is your name?" She asked kindly.

Belladonna smiled. "Belladonna. And yours?" She asked.

Izzy grinned at her and sighed softly. "Nice to meet you belladonna. I'm Izzy. A pleasure to meet your acquitence."

Damien sat in the Tavern, as he chugged back his fifth jug of ale. He was feeling the all too familiar buzz running through his limbs, and a grin spread across his face. Things were about to get a lot funner. He tapped the barmaids ass as she walked by, and she jumped a little, giving a small squeak of surprise and pleasure. She looked back at him, her face pink and her eyes sparkling. She continued on to the other occupants of the bar, refilling there jugs. He sighed wistfully. He wanted some fresh meat. He was tired of playing with the innocent virgins who blushed at every move. He gazed around the tavern, seeing nothing that caught his eye.

Eona lay on her stomach on Ephoras back, absently playing with her long silverish grey hair. Ephora wasn't wearing her armor or even her saddle as she flew through the air. With just a silent thought from Eona, Ephora was skimming low over he trees, her large wings blocking out the sun from the trees below as she passed over. Eona sat upright on her dragons back, letting the wind blow back her now braided hair, her arms splayed wide at her side, her legs wrapped around her dragons midsection.

( its 12:30 here so i have to go to bed, but someone save some characters for me!!:D )

Sky, being as noticable as possible, but not suspiciously noticable as she walked into the pub, wanting some wine but thinking they may not have none. She always liked a good drink now and then, but nothing strong. It would go against the Goddess and her lawfull ways. She made her way to the counter, pulling back her hood that she wore to protect herself from the cold and wind. As she ordered, Sky's eyes wandered from person to person, wondering if any of these plentiful people had any secrets they couldn't share. She bet they did. Everyone did, though they won't admit it. They'll either be a slag, a rapist, or a theif. She doubted that anyone here would have a secret such as herself. No one has found the spring. Only her.

Aldreda's dog had found his way back to her and she was now walking through town to get to the castle. It had grown late while she waited for the return of the mastiff and it was now night, she was glad to have the guard dog with her

Darkdawn wrote: "Katherine heard something approaching and her eyes widened in fear. She barely had even begun to catch her breath and now she would have to flee once more. Twisting and running through the trees, s..."

Ian was surprised by the girl's voice. He looked her. Her eyes telling him that she's on trouble. She injured, His mind says. He rode to her. "I'm Ian, Are you okay?" he said.

SiLvErFiNgErs wrote: "Damien sat in the Tavern, as he chugged back his fifth jug of ale. He was feeling the all too familiar buzz running through his limbs, and a grin spread across his face. Things were about to get a ..."

Quetzalxochitl was lounging in front of the Tavern. Due to her being a knight, she had to guard the place. She sighed heavily. She didn't like some of the people coming out of here. Her small Ridgewing hatching waddled to her and thrummed.
"I'll feed you in a minute, OK?" Quetzalxochitl said. She bent down and extended her hand to let the small dragon in her hand.

Ms.Cashmere wrote: "Izzy grinned at her and sighed softly. "Nice to meet you belladonna. I'm Izzy. A pleasure to meet your acquitence.""

Belladonna smiled. "And yours as well." She whistled and her horse galloped beside her. She jumped on and rode off.

All of a sudden the hound lifted his nose in the air, smelling around and running towards the tavern, too strong for Aldreda to fight

Belladonna heard a noise and her horse.did too. The horse was.startled amd it threw her off. When belladonna landed, she rolled on the ground and stopped in front of the tavern. She stood and brushed herself off, her body aching. Belladonna sighed and went inside the tavern. She didnt drink but she needed to find someone to help her retrieve her horse

Callum looked around as he shifted back. He wrapped his kilt in his waist and walked barefoot towards the tavern. He doesn't need to explain why he looked like this. The people who owns the tavern are like him.

Belladonna hated the tavern. Everyone there was rude and drunk. She knew.the chances were slim of finding any decent person that could help her.

Daimen grinned as he saw the hooded figure enter the pub, and shortly after a pretty blonde girl. He noticed the knight in the corner and shrugged, hopefully flirting wasnt considered sexual harassing in that knights mind, considering it was in the last knights opinion and he ended up getting thrown out and had nothing to do the rest of the day. He noticed the hooded figure whispering to someone in the shadows, as the hooded figure held out its hand to receive a pouch. "Assassin" he muttered to himself under his breath. It was always best to stay away from those, he'd had his fair share of experience with assassins....it always ended badly. It was too bad, since assasins were marvolous in bed. Damien turned his attention to the blonde who was ordering wine at the bar. He scooted over with his stool so he was right beside her. " hello darling!" he said, giving her his usual charming smile.

Callum entered the Tavern. He saw there are people inside. HE sat in the stool in the end of the bar. The barman saw him and his state and hands him a tunic. He said his thanks and ordered a scotch.

Belladonna found a seat. She felt uncomfortable among all the loud obnoxious people.

Callum looked at the gal in the bar. SHe looks uncomfortable. Well, That's what happen when gals should be in their house than in the tavern.

Belladonna felt eyes on her. She turned to the man. "Hello." She said, her expression blank.

He looked at her for a minute and said "Hi"

Belladonna considered asking him for help but then shot down the idea. She kept looking around at th people. She wasnt afraid of them. She didnt have enough common sense to be afraid. She found them intriging.

Callum said to her when she seems to be looking around. "Why a Gal like you are in the tavern at the time like this?"

Belladonna didnt hear him for a moment. "Why not? Why does.it seem unusual for me to be here?" She asked once she realized what he asked. Belladonna didnt like what he was inferring.

Cristine sat at the bar of the local pub. Her bow and quiver thrown over her broad muscular shoulder. SHe had a shadowed hood up over her head, hiding her face from few wecept for her lips and chin. SHe took a quick sip of the drink in front of her. She looked over a her Hawk as it squaked, he took her finger scraching it gently under its beak, if birds could per it was obvious that this one would be. Cristine seemed to be waiting for someone.

"Nothing" He said. "I was just saying I never thought Gals these days are now into taverns" He distinctly remember when Gals thinks taverns are where loose men goes. He shook his head. Does days are over. Years have passed, century if he thinks.

Belladonna shrugged. "They arent." She replied vaguely.