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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 26, 2016 22:40:59 GMT -5
[ the "magical dust" is powder poison ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 26, 2016 22:42:25 GMT -5
figured that, ok just wanted to make sure! I will probably reply in the morning either before I head off to clean stalls or after I get back! Good night!))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 26, 2016 22:43:04 GMT -5
[ alright! ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 27, 2016 7:36:58 GMT -5
Ah presents, how fun. Faolan watched each and every person carefully, eyes narrowed as they bestowed their gifts upon the princess. Common gifts really, gifts that were to be expected from its respected country or people. Dresses, spices, and other assorted goods, it was enough to make his head hurt at the thought of receiving so much. The gifts seemed never ending, as soon as he thought it was finished another person stepped forward with excitement upon being able to give the princess their gift.
And then there was the short little man. His gift just seemed so much more expensive then the rest, which must have made it incredibly rare because all of these people were pulling out all of the stops. Faolan wasn't one of the closest Red Swords but he still caught the man's words. Something wasn't right with them, magical dust? No, that wasn't what that was.
His worries were confirmed as soon as the princess reached for her sword. Eyes widening from their thought provoked narrowness he pulled out his own sword and quickly, but quietly headed toward the man, nodding at a fellow Red Sword to do the same. Thoughts were still swirling through his mind, he couldn't let the "magical dust" escape, that would kill everyone, but he also couldn't let the man escape because he would just try again. Looking over at the other Red Sword, mouth set in a grim line he pointed at the man, deciding that he would go after the box, better not risk anyone's life other than his own.
((Ok, idk how you want this to play out so I'm going to stop it there x3))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 9:21:03 GMT -5
[ I'll be running out do errands soon after this post so I'll be gone for a while ]
It was true that Astlaug's father was beginning to fade from favor as he reached further into his madness and old age, but she didn't think that it had become so bad that someone would try to do something to the family at such a public event. It was a good thing that she had a sharp eye otherwise there could have been serious issues. After clearing her throat, she looked down upon the short man and gave a sickeningly sweet smile to him.
"Sir," she didn't know if he truly deserved that title or if he was just a merchant, "Would you mind opening the box and displaying your wondrous gifts for us? Princess Hadda has a breathing disease and I don't want my sister too close to something that might make her . . . ill." At the suggestion that the bearer of the present open it himself, the short man began to balk and shy away but Astlaug insisted. He paled one-hundred shades as he began to lift the top of the box before Astlaug shouted at him to stop.
Nodding to one of the newer Red Swords, Astlaug ordered that they take care of the situation in whatever manner they might see fit - after obtaining information on who ordered the assassination of course. She would have to thank them later, after the party. She knew they would do an excellent job because she had seen them 'work' before.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 9:21:37 GMT -5
[ did you hear about what happened at the Reading show last night? :c ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 27, 2016 12:36:01 GMT -5
After getting the princess's confirmation he took the box out of the man's hand and held onto his arm tightly, the other Red Sword taking a hold of the other arm. The followed the winding hallways down, down, down until they reached the point where the man would most likely live out the rest of his life. This next part would be interesting... Trying to get the information he needed out of this man wouldn't be easy, or maybe it would, the small man was currently sagging between the two Red Swords, head held down and feet dragging, to where they were effectively carrying him.
They reached the cell without incident, save the man struggling to get away a few times, to no avail. With a sigh Faolan helped toss the man into the cell and stepped in with the other Red Sword, swinging the door shut behind them. He let his fellow guard take the lead for the most part, still holding the box in his hands, firmly shut. He averted his eyes whenever blood splattered and tried not to grimace. If this was a regular thing they had to do then he might have to figure out how to get out of it, the blood brought back too many memories.
With a sigh Faolan cleared his throat, speaking for the first time, "Perhaps, if pain won't loosen his tongue the thought of his own poison killing him would, he did seem rather worried about opening the box himself a little while ago." Faolan said with a slight grin stepping forward and pushing the box under the man's nose, which was currently close to the floor. After that, combined with a little bit more pain from the other Red Sword, it did not take long for the sorry little excuse of a man to spill his little heart out of the secrets that he held there, including the why and the who behind the attempted killing of the royal family.
Faolan retreated from the room with the broken man, lips tight and jaw snapped shut resisting the urge to run away. He was a soldier in the king's army and now a Red Sword, a little bit of blood was nothing to be afraid of. Taking a deep breath he began heading back towards the enormous ballroom with its enormous presents and its enormous dresses and its enormous egos. He needed to tell the king, and the princess what he had found out about the assassination attempt. Reaching the ballroom he stayed to the outside edge, avoiding everyone that was here, honey gaze focused on the people he needed to reach all the way on the other side of the room. Upon reaching the dias he paused, bowing low to everyone up there and then stood up straight, waiting to be spoken to.
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 27, 2016 12:39:22 GMT -5
no I didn't! What happened?))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 12:46:10 GMT -5
[ ugh the crowd was crazy and they had to end the show early. when Tyler was crowdsurfing they tore his shirt and stole his mask and shoes and dropped him quite a few times. look it up any you'll get way more details also could you expand your post just a lil to have him go back to the ball bc I need Astlaug to thank him and introduce him ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 27, 2016 12:49:30 GMT -5
oh no that's horrible! I actually saw some stuff about it but nothing I saw had clear details! Ugh I don't understand how people can be so rude! Of course! Sorry I didn't do that before I will get right on that))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 12:53:25 GMT -5
[ no it's fine! you didn't know uwu ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 27, 2016 12:54:20 GMT -5
alright I fixed it!))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 13:10:49 GMT -5
[ omg sorry I finally got my schedule after trying to log in for 16 hours and was flipping out replying now ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 13:29:19 GMT -5
Most of the guests hadn't even known what events had transpired. The people closest to the raised dais had some idea of what had gone on, of course, but they had no idea that an assassination attempt had been stopped in its tracks by the Red Sword and the Grand Princess. It was obvious that something was wrong though because of how tense the royal family was. Even the youngest member, Hadda, looked very worried and slightly scared.
Even after the little man was taken away Astlaug did not relax. It was hard to knowing that the encounter could have ended with the royal family in their graves. With a shudder, the blonde princess put on a fresh smile and welcomed everyone to the ball before the orchestra began to play. She wasn't ready to dance, not yet, so she stayed in her seat on the dais while overlooking the jolly crowd.
It was quite a few minutes before one of the Red Swords returned, this one being the man that had taken the dangerous box away. Astlaug sparked up at the sight of him and carried her gaze to wherever he traveled in the room, finally coming to rest directly on him when he reached the dais. "Father," she said to her side while keeping her eyes on the bowing Sword. "This is the knight that took the man away."
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 27, 2016 18:17:03 GMT -5
Hey! I'm babysitting right now so I can't reply and I'm not getting off until like 11 but I will reply tonight!))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 27, 2016 21:36:21 GMT -5
[ sounds good! also I just realized I've been spelling my character's name wrong this entire time, I meant for it to be Aslaug cx ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 28, 2016 14:44:34 GMT -5
agh sorry, the kids ended up staying awake until ten and like? Ten is way too late for me to be watching little people, I was in bed by eight when I was their age so I really don't get how they were able to stay up but they totally drained my energy and when I got home I just crashed))
Faolan wasn't really sure how much he was supposed to say with so many people around. He figured causing a panic by saying too much would result in nothing good for him so he cleared his throat and began to speak, not looking at any one member of the family directly. "The man has been questioned and found guilty your majesty, we believe that he wasn't working alone and with your permission would like to send someone to track down the accomplices." He said, loud enough for the king to hear but hopefully not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
He stood uncomfortably, back stiff and staring straight ahead. He had wanted out of that room but he didn't know how he felt about giving the report to the king, especially during a party that was supposed to be a joyous occasion. It was the Grand Princess's twenty first birthday after all. He figured it would be out of line to wish her a happy birthday, not to mention he had just given some rather morbid news but still, despite all of the trouble he did hope she was having a nice birthday, though he wasn't sure she was, she didn't look very happy. Then again, if someone had tried to kill his entire family he wouldn't really be too happy about it either.
He risked a glance at her and then looked back ahead, memories of their friendship swirling with his memories of the war and then his memories of what had just transpired. There were just too many thoughts in his head right now and if he wanted to do his job properly he needed to clear all of that away. Pushing thoughts that were useless out of his mind he focused on the moment at hand and what he needed to be doing right now.
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 28, 2016 16:19:24 GMT -5
[ hey sorry, I've been dealing with horse issues all day and have been getting ready for school tomorrow give me a minute to reply ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 28, 2016 16:26:53 GMT -5
hey no problems here! I'm taking my senior pictures soon so I'm kind of in and out today getting ready for those!))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 28, 2016 16:35:23 GMT -5
The High King listened intently to the Red Sword's words, finding them quite horrifying, before looking at his eldest daughter for advice. "Aslaug, what do you think is the sensible thing to do here?" It wasn't often that Reginn asked one of his daughters for council and that was obvious by the look of frustration that passed over Admundr's face.
With a sigh, Aslaug straightened herself in her smaller throne and looked down at the knight. Maybe he would have been familiar to the Grand Princess once before but he had been gone so long from her life that she had almost completely forgotten what the contours of his face looked like and how the threads of his hair fell. It took a moment for her to fully decide on the proper action but even after she did she wasn't sure that it was the right thing to do.
"The Seven will leave in two days to track down the accomplices. No Red Swords will accompany us." At the shocked look that she received from her mother, Aslaug cleared her throat and glanced back at her male family and then at the knight in front of her. "Further discussion will be held tomorrow in the war room. Dismissed." Aslaug wasn't wont to have further discussion about the matter in front of all of their guests and this was the reasoning for her letting the Red Sword leave so early. Almost too late, though, she realized she hadn't asked his name.
"Sword!" she called out, sitting up a little bit more in her chair. "What is your name?"
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 28, 2016 16:41:00 GMT -5
[ it turns out he doesn't have an abscess. we went out to the farm today in the morning and he was dead lame, like three-legged lame, so I put him on stall rest and told one of the farmhands that he was on stall rest. she proceeded to tell me that when the farrier came out on Thursday he didn't find an abscess. no one told me. and he's been lame. and turned out everyday. since Thursday. his stall fan was also off and he had eaten his breakfast, most of his hay, and drank water so he could have colicked as well. you could say I'm a tad POed. so the vet is coming out on Tuesday but if he's worse tomorrow we're going to make an emergency vet call. ]
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 30, 2016 7:06:20 GMT -5
im so sorry for not responding! Yesterday was really busy as was the end of Sunday!))
Faolan listened to her words and mulled them over in his mind, not allowing his own emotions to show through. The only give away to his otherwise calm demeanor was a twitch of his fingers. Clenching his fists had been a habit that he had had to break, but every once in a while he would have the urge to do it again.
He did believe that further discussion was a good idea, if too many people overheard the discussion panic might happen and that just wasn't something that was needed at the moment. Aslaug dismissed him and he bowed once again, dipping respectfully low and then standing up straight again. Turning on the heel of his boot he made his way towards the section of wall that he had occupied before all of the chaos had begun.
As he heard the princess call out his name he turned once again, he didn't walk back though as he hadn't really gotten very far, maybe two yards at most. "Faolan, your highness, Faolan Gabhan." He said with the smallest ghost of a grin. She had known him a long while ago, but even the most precious of childhood memories fade over time. The only reason he remembered her was because she was the Grand Princess.
Bowing once again he turned and began walking back to the spot he was supposed to be standing. Pausing, he turned and went back to work, scanning over the guests over and over again. Now that he was out of the way he did clench his fist, and then quickly unclenched it, scolding himself for doing it when he had worked so hard to stop.
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Aug 30, 2016 7:07:44 GMT -5
they didn't tell you anything?! That is terrible! I hope the vet figures out what is wrong with him and that you didn't have to call him out yesterday!))
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Aug 31, 2016 19:40:45 GMT -5
[ hey, sorry for not posting yesterday. had the vet appt, hung out with my friend, and had hw to do. by the time my day was over I was exhausted and today I took a three hour nap lol. anyway, it actually was an abscess. it popped either Monday or early yesterday because when the vet came out he was still lame but he could walk and trot. she knew it was an abscess because his hoof didn't smell and there was a dark spot right on his coronet band where it leaked out of the top of his hoof and also because of how he went through stages of lameness. now I just have to keep him on stall rest for a little while more and turn him out in the indoor ring for the first day or so. I'm going to soak his hoof tomorrow too replying in a sec ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Sept 5, 2016 17:11:46 GMT -5
[ ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ - sorry omg I went on a random weekend vacation and we have horrible internet at our WV house(where we were). I should be replying tonight ]
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Post by ⭐ 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍-𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 on Sept 5, 2016 17:27:45 GMT -5
Most of the memories of Aslaug's past had been pushed aside to make room for more important things - war stratagems, how to dance properly, and so on - so it was no surprise that she didn't remember the rambunctious squire from her childhood. The name Faolan Gabhan did seem familiar to her but when the fairly common name rolled off her tongue it seemed foreign all the same. It was a strange feeling she got then, once of misplacing an important object only for it to be hidden in plain sight.
It was no matter to her, though, as she had to focus on the task at hand which was keeping their many guests entertained. So, like a beautiful tempest, Aslaug left her darkly colored throne for the ballroom floor waiting below her. So many suitors had lined up for a dance that it was quite hard to keep the displeasure at the prospect of dancing with them off of her face. However, she did have to do it - but who said she couldn't have fun with it?
Aslaug was famous partially for being the grand princess and partially for her band of female warriors that was called the Seven due to the fact that, including herself, there were seven elite members. Over the years she had gathered a court of the most vicious, cunning, and ruthless fighters she had come across and had gained six sisters. The first member to join her special court had been Corvanta Crow, natural daughter of one of the highest lords in the ruling empire on the opposite continent. Not much was known about their people except that they were unnaturally beautiful and that their magic had all but disappeared. Corvanta, however, was the exception to that fact.
Beautiful she was but lacking in magic she was not and every noble- man and woman knew that. That was exactly why Aslaug chose to have her as her first dance partner. It was an odd but dynamic duo - a blonde, muscular, strong woman dancing with a slender, tall, fragile-looking, red-haired woman. If that didn't scare at least some of her suitors away, Aslaug didn't know what she would do.
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Sept 5, 2016 23:12:41 GMT -5
((dude it is totally no problem! How is your horse doing? And how was your weekend trip?))
Intent on making sure there weren't any other saboteurs in the crowd, Aslaug's decent into the throng had almost gone unnoticed by him. Almost. As soon as her foot hit the dance floor his eyes were trained on her, the amber color flashing in the light as they moved with every one of her smallest movements. His hand went instinctively to the sword at his hip, resting tensely on the hilt in a stiff, ready-to-attack-at-a-moment's-notice kind of position.
That all changed as soon as Aslaug selected her first dance partner. He knew of Corvanta and how dangerous she could be, but he also knew that she was a part of the Seven. If he knew anything about war, and that he knew very well, it was that those that caught together became closer than family, that was his experience anyway.
Needless to say as soon as Aslaug chose Corvanta as her first dance partner Faolan relaxed, if only slightly. His hand still rested on his sword but he was much more relaxed now, and actually focused on the rest of the guests. It would be foolish to focus on just the Grand Princess when someone could go after the rest of her family and he wouldn't even notice. No he needed to be mindful of everything.
((Bah, I swear when he is doing something other than standing in the corner and watching people he will get much more interesting x3))
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