Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 13:55:04 GMT -5
Jag wished he could get whatever information he knew out of him, but now wasn't the time. It was imperative they planned their next move carefully and quickly. "Now that you mention it, I do remember hearing the little girl from the alley call you Vixer, cute one she is! Well, you know I'm called Jag. Can I call you Vix?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 14:14:06 GMT -5
Arabella raised her right right hand and swore she wouldn't say anything to Ravage and his...mafia
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 16:04:51 GMT -5
Fayne scratched his chin. "Well, I'm always travelling around, and it seems to me that the tavern might be able to help you. They also serve food there, and even though they probably already have suppliers, your vegetables are so fresh that I'll bet they'll buy them from you!" He was still smiling. "It's not far from here, at all!"
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 16:59:05 GMT -5
Jag nodded. "I swear. I'd never be able to do that to you." It was true. After what he'd seen- how the king 'cared' for his subjects, and how Ravage was out to kill his only two friends in the world, Jag wasn't about to betray anyone.
(I'm so sorry guys xD I'm moving from my dorm into an apartment so I've been busy ;D )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 17:02:19 GMT -5
(No biggie! Just take your time!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 18:31:03 GMT -5
Arabella followed him without hesitation, although she wasn't considered a criminal she felt like one as she went against what the king and his goonies would have wanted her to do.
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 18:34:45 GMT -5
Jag followed close behind, alert for any signs of danger. He wasn't too pleased to be walking through mud and spiderwebs; he much preferred the dry, warm barracks. "How far away is this place?" He asked, trying not to let anyone know how disgusted he was.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 18:42:32 GMT -5
Arabella took in a deep breath to control her anger from shouting when she stepped in a mud puddle. "And these boots were brand new too..." she sighed and shook what she could off of ther boots. But it felt squishy in her boot
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 18:49:21 GMT -5
"And is there any path we could take that's not covered in mud?" Jag laugh, amused, until he himself tripped into a knee-high mud puddle.
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Post by Ƈяσωѕσηg on Aug 9, 2016 18:57:20 GMT -5
"Ain't too far now", Vince said with a slight chuckle at the two, he more or less grew up in this state of woodland, he didn't mind the mud or anything else that they were getting annoyed with. "Ye too used ta livin' the good life. The village folk live like this every day, no thanks to the king. Same in me childhood, me father and I often journey out here to this hideout, the mud and whatnot wasn't too much of a bother", he said, stepping in a mud puddle himself and not paying really any mind to it, just shaking his foot a little so that his fur wasn't too soaked. "You two can go back to the village to tend to yer duties as guards. Well, guard n guard-in-trainin', but my best advice to either of ya is to quit. All Saber wants you fer is power, to dominate the other nations, and anyone who opposes him. He don't need you for security or protection, at least not for the sake of the villagers, really he's hidin' behind his guards like the coward he is, usin' ya to do all the dirty work for 'im", said Vince, then looked over at Arabella. "Collectin' taxes that he doesn't need", then he turned to Jag. "Lettin' ya abuse yer powers of authority over innocent bystanders", and then he faced forward. "All he wants is power, and he's just usin' you lassies and lads to achieve it. He only needs ya 'cuz he's incapable of doin' it himself of his own strength, but instead he hides behind the strength of others 'cuz without ya, he's weak. He's come to rely on ya too much and has gotten used to it, while all he does is give orders", he explained with a shake of his head. "Do ya understand what I'm tellin' you two?".
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 19:14:46 GMT -5
"I understand and I've known, but if I'm going to give my future children a home better than what most people are living in now, I need to work for it. I know it's a bad job behind the scenes but its not like I can't teach them to be like me. Where they won't abuse their powers, and give back what they take." She clenched her jaw.
(Its sad, because she won't live past 17!)
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sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴏᴡʟ ☾
rood yelling meanie
be cunning and full of tricks
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Post by sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴏᴡʟ ☾ on Aug 9, 2016 19:54:14 GMT -5
this sounds fun!! i haven't really done too many forum-based roleplays before, so forgive me if i tread on a faux paw or something! (also, can we just jump in after posting or should i wait to be approved by Fernclaw?)
Screen Name | Silverowl
Character's Name | Ir (ee-yer)
Beast form/animal | Crow
Gender | female
Age (In human years) | 16
Description(human form) | A rather tall, slender girl with jet black hair and strange yellow eyes. Her hair is usually plaited back on her head, wrapped periodically with leather cord. Her clothes are simple, tall boots, dark pants, a leather breastplate and a cotton shirt rolled up to her elbows. However, she is adorned with small trinkets and jewelry, haphazardly placed on her person wherever they will fit. Coins and metal pieces are tucked away in her hair, around her wrists, neck and fingers are many different kinds of rings, bracelets and necklaces. From her leather belt hang many herbs and strings of animal bone and hide wrap around her waist. She possesses two knives and a dagger, the knives at her hip and the dagger in her boot. She wears heavily embroidered, dark gray cloak. She has three dots tattooed above her eyes.
Description(beast form) | A smaller, black crow with bright yellow eyes. Two or three small, horn-like protrusions jut out above her eyes and down her head in a ridged pattern.
Personality | Ir is a fiery young girl, incredibly curious and almost completely silent when moving. She can be stand-offish due to her expierience with solitude. She won't give you much trouble unless your insult her pride. if you do so, prepare to be in fight you might not win. She is very high energy most of the time, but when she gets ispired or assigned to a task she enjoys, can become incredibly single-minded and focused. Don't expect this concentration to extended to a boring task or something she doesn't like, though. She is easily distracted by things that are beautiful or shiny.
History | Ir was brought up in a werecrow family, where she learned how to steal. Her parents went missing one evening while on a job, and she was brought up by her older brother since. He is often gone for long periods of time, and Ir gets by on thievery and hired investigator jobs (like a PI kinda? but with more law-breaking)
Mate/Crush | none so far!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2016 20:04:49 GMT -5
You can jump in after posting)
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sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴏᴡʟ ☾
rood yelling meanie
be cunning and full of tricks
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Post by sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴏᴡʟ ☾ on Aug 9, 2016 20:12:40 GMT -5
( thanks guys! )
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 20:18:46 GMT -5
(Awesome! Welcome aboard! Your character looks great, I'll add Ir to the front page as soon as I have access to my computer! You can start rp'ing whenever ;D )
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 20:29:04 GMT -5
"I understand and I've known, but if I'm going to give my future children a home better than what most people are living in now, I need to work for it. I know it's a bad job behind the scenes but its not like I can't teach them to be like me. Where they won't abuse their powers, and give back what they take." She clenched her jaw. (Its sad, because she won't live past 17!) (Ahh that's just so sad! ;') ) Jag didn't like being in the wilderness. The trees made him feel closed in, and it smelled funny. He swatted a huge paw at a fly that was annoying him, but the fly wouldn't leave him alone. "If I go back now, Ravage is just going to keep commanding me to act terribly, like he does. Maybe I should cut town." He said, still swatting at the fly. "I didn't learn any of them fancy forest skills you know; I wouldn't make it out here on my own. But perhaps if I stay.." Jag's speech became faster as he became more excited. "You were all able to show me that I was acting terribly. What if we got the other guards on our side? We wouldn't be alone anymore, with more people guarding our backs!"
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sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴏᴡʟ ☾
rood yelling meanie
be cunning and full of tricks
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Post by sɪʟᴠᴇʀᴏᴡʟ ☾ on Aug 9, 2016 20:32:59 GMT -5
Ir coasted on the rising thermals, floating lazily in circles high above the woods, her trained eyes searching with precision into the woods far below. She was supposed to be on patrol for the king, but she couldn't help doing a few tricks and have some fun when the wind allowed. However, these antics almost made her miss the few people gathered in the words below, which made her snap back to her original task, feathers fluttering in the cool breeze. Ir made a few circles overhead around them, wondering whether she should check it out, if not only for her own curiosity. She never liked working for the king, which made her patrol jobs fruitless at best, but she could always rely on a few coins for her troubles from guards who were too lazy to take their own patrols. She made up her mind to explore, slowly coasting down to where the figures had gathered. She decided against sneaking and observing quietly, as she had been bored in the past few hours and wouldn't mind some excitement, or new friends. She alighted on a log nearby, stopping to preen her feathers for a bit before changing. Ir never liked the sensation of switching her forms, she always forgot she did or didn't have arms, legs, or wings for a few seconds afterwards. She stretched her arms, blinked a few times to let and eyes adjust to the light, then half-waved to the group of travelers. "Hey," she vocalized awkwardly, her voice raspy from not being used. She secretly hoped they were just simple hunters or foragers, as she wasn't keen or doing any more work before her payday.
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Post by Ƈяσωѕσηg on Aug 9, 2016 20:38:23 GMT -5
(What if it was Jag's father that killed Vince's? )
Vince stopped and turned towards Jag. "Ay laddie, I wouldn't say it's a horrible idea as anythin' is a shot worth takin'. But we are only three, Saber's forces outnumber us. Ravage already suspects you and was lookin' for me, most likely to bring me to Saber where I would meet me untimely fate. We need to steady ourselves on solid ground first before goin' n tryin' ta convince the other guards, and especially without Saber or Ravage knowin'", he said, then turned back around and walked a little further up a small grassy hill covered in bushes and undergrowth. By the looks of the trees one would guess they were at the heart of the forest, or somewhere near to. Vincent moved aside some foliage and revealed a hole in the ground that would be big enough for Jag and Arabella to fit down. He waited for the two of them to jump in first where they would then find themselves in a cave underground with many paths leading to places throughout the woods.
But Vince's attention was suddenly drawn away and he looked towards where he heard the new voice from from. Once he spotted who it belonged to, he quickly covered the hole up and grabbed for his sword, but only half drew it from the sheath as he wasn't too sure if this newcomer was friend or foe.
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 20:55:39 GMT -5
"And if I don't return to the barracks by tonight," Jag speculated, "he's going to be even more suspicious. I'm terrible at lying, so if I go back now Ravage will find out about this and kill us all. I might as well be an outlaw." Despite being a twisted guard in his past, Jag was still a guard. At his core, he wanted to protect the people. But if he couldn't return to town, or any town nearby, what was he? "Huh?" He mumbled, his train of thought being disrupted by the arrival at the hole. Suddenly his ear caught the sound of something coming.
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 9, 2016 20:59:42 GMT -5
(OH MAN, that's so good! Okay, mini plot time. I don't think Jag would know anything about it, but we can throw his father into the story at some point and it would be really good! >;] )
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 10, 2016 11:24:35 GMT -5
(I'm here! I think we need whales to post next though ^-^ )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 11:26:23 GMT -5
(oh you we're waiting on me?! I'm sorry! I didn't know)
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Post by DimeStorePoet on Aug 10, 2016 12:47:23 GMT -5
Fayne scratched his chin. "Well, I'm always travelling around, and it seems to me that the tavern might be able to help you. They also serve food there, and even though they probably already have suppliers, your vegetables are so fresh that I'll bet they'll buy them from you!" He was still smiling. "It's not far from here, at all!" Astra's eye brightened at his suggestion, "You really think so?" Se said, a bit excited at the thought. Her eyes brightened and she looked at him with a bright grin, her snake eyes completely forgotten. AAnd he didn't seem to notice them anyway which only encouraged her to forget about them herself. "Could you take me there?" Astra asked, then suddenly shrunk back, her excitment fading. She didn't want him to go out of his way. Maybe he was busy. Astra definietly didn't want to be a burden so she quickly added, "That is, if you aren't busy or anything" She smiled, growing a bit shy again.
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 10, 2016 13:44:53 GMT -5
(oh you we're waiting on me?! I'm sorry! I didn't know) (It's okay! I just didn't want to take your turn xD )
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2016 13:47:01 GMT -5
(you can go ahead, I'm good!)
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Fernclaw
~Sometimes the right path is not the easiest~
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Post by Fernclaw on Aug 10, 2016 13:51:11 GMT -5
(OH MAN, that's so good! Okay, mini plot time. I don't think Jag would know anything about it, but we can throw his father into the story at some point and it would be really good! >;] ) (Now the bigger question >, would Jag's father have known Vincent's father as a friend until it was one day ordered by Saber to kill him (if Saber's been in power for that long that is...)? Or would the two not have known each other and Vincent's father ended up conning Jag's father for a lot of gold pieces and was killed for it?)(Oh man, I've got it! Like you said, we could have Jag's father be Vincent's father's friend. Except, Jag's father is.. king Saber's brother!)
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