Fantasy Weird Fantasy World ✢ RP Thread

[mother of sorrows]

It was a blazingly hot night in Hiereum, the dry air like sand paper when you breath in. It was a quiet night, with only the occasional monkey calling out into the dark. For anybody who was familiar with the city, the silence was unusual; the capital city was always bustling. Music, laughter, singing and merchants hawking their wages were an almost constant in Hiereum, even at night when the nightlife woke up. But tonight, silence was hanging over the city like a cloak. It was like nobody dared to make a noise, lest they disturb the tense peace. There was not a soul on it's streets, everybody too afraid of what's lurking outside. Hiereum was a neutral territory for now, but that could change in a matter of an hour. The peace was fragile; even one provocation from either side could destroy that. The Imperial Palace just stared from it's place on the hill, not the beacon of hope it used to be.

Just outside the city's borders, a man walked alone.

Leone checked if anybody was following him at least five times now; he knew he was being overly paranoid, but well, could you blame him? This was dangerous. If somebody found out what was brewing, it wouldn't be just his head on the line. A group striving to bring peace to Plaed Clia would be a thorn in more than just one heel. So yes, the scholar thought his constant glancing was justified; altrough, he supposed a limping priest would hardly made anybody think 'oh, that's guy's definitively suspicious, better follow him'. Still, a person walking outside at night during this situation was bound to raise more than a few eyebrows, which is why the group wasn't meeting in the city. A small path branched away from the main road, leading through a forest; inside was a house he knew was abandoned. More and more places were left behind as people struggles to escape the battles or to catch a steamship away from Plaed Clia altogether. The perfect place to meet when you don't want unwanted ears to listen in.
The wooden door creaked in protest as he stepped in, blinking owlishly. The house was small; just two rooms connected an open archway. And hey, the people actually left the furniture behind! The house was rather dark, only illuminated by a few.... candles. Candles. Who in the hells still uses candles? Leone couldn't help but shake his head in distaste as he stepped inside. Suddenly, he wished he was back in the south; at least there they used gaslights. Somebody must have lighted them before the meeting just so nobody will break their ass walking in here; it was still relatively dark, but he supposed too much light would be unwanted. Didn't want anybody to see it.
Leone sat on one of the chairs, glad to finally put pressure of his bad leg. The chair wobbled so hard that Leone saw his life flash before his eyes mre than a few times, but it was preferrable. Now it was just a matter of waiting for the others. He's met the leader, albeit very briefly, though rumour of rumours and hushed whispers. As for the others, Leone had no idea. But that's why they were gathering here tonight, anyways. To meet each other and discuss the most imporant things.

 

[Slav]

Norwyn was eating an apple as he was walking down the dark street to his desired destination. He didn't understand why they had to meet at a time of day like this, especially since Norwyn wanted his beauty sleep. He gave out a long yawn into the silence that surrounded him, everything was too quiet and was starting to make Norwyn rather uncomfortable. On top that, Norwyn really didn't enjoy the heat, preferring the cooler days of the north. He was hoping he was heading in the right direction since he wasn't very familiar with the area. Soon he caught sight of a man who turned down a path into the woods. Must be one of his fellow group members but it's always good to be cautious.

Norwyn made his way down the small path that branched off the main road. He finished his apple and tossed it in the woods making a small thud a few meters away. He made his down the path which seemed much darker, probably due to the forest blocking off the moonlight. Norwyn soon arrived to a feeble house which was abandoned. He slowly walked up to the door, his hand staying near his knife at all times. Norwyn slowly opened the door to see the poorly lit home and studied the room before proceeding inside the home. If candles hadn't been present, he may have not been able to see the man sitting in the chair. He couldn't see many his features due to the bad lighting but he didn't seem like a potential threat so he relaxed a bit. He found an empty seat in the room and sat down, leaning his bow and arrows that had been on his back against the wall. He then turned to the man, "I take it you're here for the same reason as me or are you some weirdo who enjoys sitting in the dark alone?" Norwyn asked with the usual smile appearing on his face. Right out of the gate, he wanted to test the man to see what gets under his skin. Definitely isn't the best way to greet someone, especially someone who you're going to work with for a while.

Interactions: mother of sorrows

 

[hostage]

Elsbet had made sure to leave when nobody noticed, exiting her small home quietly and taking alleyways. She had long ago left behind her noble clothing, opting for a black-stained uniform fitted to her physique. Nobody would find her, especially here in the middle of the night. She left not a trace as she flitted from tree to tree towards the meeting spot. She thought of all the times she had played tag in the woods with all the other children, straining not to be heard until she put a hand on another’s shoulder. Somehow she could not make this the same.

By the time she made it to the edge of the woods, she could see the squat shape of the house. Candlelight flickered dimly through a window. She grimaced, remembering how she had lit the small lights before night fell, and covered the windows with cloth. It must have fallen down. Elsbet squatted on one knee, pulling out a thick padded wrap. She strapped the leather along her left arm, then raised it high. With a flap of her large wings, Susa alighted on Elsbet’s forearm. Elsbet grunted quietly at the large bird, then lifted Susa to her shoulder. The raven squeezed quickly with her talons, and Elsbet moved to the entrance of the house.

She paused suddenly, stepping back to meld into the darkness. A man strode through the woods, entering the house. Elsbet tilted her head, hearing his greeting more as a mutter from the inside. She stood erect, making her way to the ajar door, pausing only for a second to release her hair from its pinned position. She felt much more comfortable with her dark locks framing her face. As if shedding an old skin, she became Elsbet, the shadowed leader.

She pushed the door open softly, scanning the inside carefully. Catching contact with the two inhabitants, Elsbet glided in. She raised her head, glancing at the two men. The flickering candlelight didn’t do much to show faces, but she had to assume the sitting man was Leone. The cane gave it away. “Good. You have come,“ she said softly. Her voice, though soft, contained an air of quiet authority, and Elsbet relaxed herself. Susa let out a sharp cak-cak-cak sound from Elsbet’s shoulder, then flared her wings proudly.

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[Maeve Valor]

Ronan didn't bother to be discreet with a cloak over him. At this point, he felt it was safe to believe that one was watching or following him and made his way to the rendezvous point. And like so many other times he asked thinking to himself, "Why am I doing this? What exactly do I hope to accomplish?" How he got into coming to this meeting was of course his own doing that sprouted from something he had always felt he wanted to do. Which was become something more to the world than a smuggler. He wanted to help the world in some way rather than harm it. In his travels one out of many things that he learned was that in essence, there was no difference between the people of the north and the south. Yet he also knew it was going to take a lot of work on the public to be able to make any impact of bring peace between the two as well.

As he continued to be deep in thought of what he was slowly digging himself into, he finally reached the rendezvous place. Slowly he opened the door so as not to possibly scare anyone that might already be in there. And sure enough, other people were already there he noticed as he carefully closed the door behind him. "Sorry for being late to the party."

He stopped dead in his tracks spotting the candles as well, "Either we're summoning something we shouldn't be or someone's trying to set the mood. Which is it cause I'm down for one and not the other." He smirked as he too sat down putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back balancing on the back two legs of the chair, "Can you guys guess which one it is?"

 

[LRMacbeth]

Iser's dark eyes darted back and forth in his sockets surveying the unusually quite road. The road was drenched in the darkness of night, exactly how he liked it. He darted silently from shadow to shadow, he had so many enemies that this was habit, though it was unlikely anyone knew of his misdeeds here. He was on his way to the meeting place and though he was nervous, he didn't think there was much else left for him at this point, he had burned all his bridges back home in the North. Did he even believe in what he was doing? It didn't matter either way to him, he didn't care about the effects of his actions, he knew he would be okay, he relied on himself and himself alone.

Stopping at the beginning of a small path, Iser looked around to make sure no one saw, then he dived into the woods, out of sight from the main road. He pulled out his dagger and held it extended in front of him to push plants out of the way. He didn't like touching things in the dark and the unlit path was making him a bit nervous. He began more furiously slashing at the plant-life until he saw light up ahead. He started charging faster towards the light, emerging from the woods to a small clearing. In the middle of the clearing there was a small house, he smirked, this was nothing compared to the gorgeous home he grew up in.

There was a sound like a bird's caw coming from the house, causing Iser to jump, what on earth was he getting himself into? He approached the small house with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, but that wasn't a very unusual feeling for him. He raised his hand to knock on the door, then remembered that he wasn't supposed to knock and he instead reached for the handle and pulled open the door. He quietly slipped in and closed the door behind him while facing away from it.

Iser took in his surroundings and saw three men and a woman with a bird. He figured that the woman was their leader since he was informed that the leader was female, which he figured would make his job all the easier. It was much easier for him to charm women. As he looked around his heart dropped when he noticed that all three of the men were decently attractive. He was used to being one of the more attractive people in the room, but this was a room full of young, attractive people who were picked because they were ALL special. In this room, he was average.

lips quivering, Iser mustered a slightly shaky and a bit over-enthusiastic "H-hi!" He then quickly sat down and looked up at the woman for further instruction, upset at himself for losing his composure.

 

[Blue winter rose]

Maci walked through the dark forest. She saw multiple people walk into the little house. None of them saw her, why should they? For her, it wasn’t difficult to hide. The tricky thing was to be seen. Although she hated it, it did save her life more than once. She quickly walked closer to the house.

Ever since she had heard from the meeting she had to come. This was her chance to make a change. Their chances to make an end to this horrible war that turned people into monsters. A way to make her families sacrifice worth it.

As she reached the door she opened it and peeked in. “hey, I am Maci, when do we start, making an end to this war,” she said loudly, making sure they heard her as she walked to the middle of the room. "A would want to be your medic," she added making herself as long as possible, standing a bit on her tones, trying her best not to look a child. Hoping they would take her serious, hoping they wouldn't just laugh at her and tell her to go home.

She was clearly the smallest in the room, as she was used to. Most of them were male tall, handsome men. Yet the woman was clearly the leader, as she stood there with the majestic bird on her arm. The soft candlelight made her think of her home. The home that was lost forever, but, she will make sure she will make a new one. Peace even though looking far away from time to time now almost seemed reachable. Here in the small candlelit home surrounded by others that also believed in it no longer looked like a silly dream.

interacting: everyone in the house

 

[Impster]

Tori

Despite the heat still lingering in the air after the sun disappeared, Tori felt a shiver creep down her spine. It was unnervingly quiet tonight. She had spent the last ten years of her life surrounded by the city and had grown quite accustomed to constant noise. Even when she lived in the countryside, there were always insects calling to each other, dogs barking, or owls hooting. Here, tonight, there was an oppressive stillness to the air, as if the Gods themselves were holding their breath.

To help keep the shadows at bay, Tori began whistling a soundless tune and stuck her hands into her pockets, grasping the switchblade she kept there. Her stroll led her to a path that entered the thick woods. After hesitating a moment to look over her shoulder, Tori plunged into the waiting darkness.
She stepped lightly and quickly along the path. Just as she was nervously wondering if she’d gone the wrong direction, the trees fell away to reveal a small house. A faint flicker of light could be seen from one of the dirty windows. Uncertain, Tori hesitated, looking around. The trees seemed to loom ominously around the clearing, but even here the stillness prevailed.

Taking a breath to steel her courage, Tori let out a small gasp when a sliver of wind brushed her cheek. Glancing around again, she noticed that the leaves swayed gently in the breeze. The stillness had been broken. Taking this as a sign from the god of life Dhao and sending up a quick prayer, she approached the house slowly and tried the handle. It was unlocked.

Pushing the squeaky door open, Tori knocked softly and called out tentatively as she stepped into the room, “Hello?”

 

[mother of sorrows]

Something moved outside.

Leone tensed, almost jumping as the door opened slowly; he was half thinking somebody actually did follow him, but he forced himself to relax when the face of a man peeked inside. Eyeing him a bit warily, Leone watched as the man sat down. It was hard to see the man's features, but Leone did notice the bow and arrows; interesting. It was slowly being replaced by rifles, both in the north and south, but he supposed there are still people who practiced archery. An arrow was certainly quieter than gunfire. ''Neither. I just like to sit in abandoned house at night.'' Leone couldn't quite keep the slight annoyance from his voice; he wasn't in the mood for jokes. This was serious; if anybody passes by, then...
The priest's thoughts were interrupted by another presence stepping inside, making him glancing up. It was hard to see at first who it was, but he recognised the woman to be the leader. The shadows that flickered over her face made her almost unrecognisable, but well, the raven on her shoulder gave it away. He gave a polite nod as greeting, altrough he wasn't sure she would even see it. ''The others will probably arrive soon, too.''
And hey, looks like Leone was right. A man arrived; great, another wisecracker. Leone didn't bother to answer the question if they were summoning something or just setting the mood, preferring to tap his cane agains the chair anxiously. He usually wouldn't be annoyed by a simple joke, but the man was a bit edge. Two more appeared; a man who seemed a bit skittish, if his stuttering was anything to go by, and... a little girl? Leone blinked. Maybe it was just the darkness playing tricks on him. ''Nice to meet you all. Name's Leone.'' It was at least polite for him to introduce himself before they plan anything.

interacting;; everybody in the house

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Gilmark had show up late to this little meeting this was of course because someone decided it would be a good idea to complain about the effectiveness of his products of course, gilmark showed them exactly how deadly a small amount of lead was flicking open the houses door he made a slightly extravagant enternce of course this was in appropriate but that was how this “man” rolled “greeting fine fellow I have finally arrived sorry for being....late had bissnus to attend to” his words oozed with charm he probably had a smug smile but one could not see his face or anything for that matter he was completely covered up.

Interaction: cabin people

 

[hostage]

“We will never even begin to end the war if we are discovered before we can begin our first meeting,“ she lectured, calmly yet miffed as she responded to the girl who had asked, quite loudly, upon entering. “You are bold, child, but boldness will not always be a necessity.“ Elsbet stepped to the muddle of the room, drawing herself to her full height and abandoning the conspicuous slouch she had held when she first stepped in. Elsbet beckoned the girl who hovered by the doorway in, and turned a bemused eye on the nervous man who had slid into a seat so quickly.

She gestured for the company to sit, then sidled around, carefully lifting a lantern from its spot hanging from the wall. She lit it with a twist of its handle, and the gas-powered light did its work, illuminating the faces around her. Elsbet slid into a seat at the “head“ of the table, though she admitted that a circle-ish table had no real head. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, the door opened once again. She recognized Gilmark from his trademark cloak and stance, though Elsbet let nothing in her expression show it.

“Long have we waited for peace,“ she began, not bothering to reply to the latecomer. “Plaed Clia is divided once more, and this time it will not be solved without conflict. Countless possible futures await us- all of them filled with both bloodshed and violence- but only one will lead to peace. Many have no power to choose, but we do. Beware your own choices, for freedom comes with a responsibility more binding than chains.“ Elsbet drew a deep breath, finishing her small prelude. “So, let us begin.“

interacting- everybody

 

[Maeve Valor]

He silently observed as more people started to trickle in and he nodded occasionally acknowledging their greetings . By the end of it, there was quite a variety of people. Ronan liked to think he was a good judge of character and so far he could see himself eventually trusting each one of these people... except Gilmark, he seemed shifty, but hey, he was one to talk.

Once Elsbet announced the beginning of this meet after she did an opening speech Ronan's demeanor changed. He stopped balancing on the back two legs of the chair, leaned forward in an interested manner, and clasped his hands together above the table awaiting what more she and the others had to say.

 

[SimplySugar]

To say she wasn't completely amused would be an utter lie.

Alice continued to chew on her bottom lip, leaning against a tree and playing with her nails. Her eyes squinted and targeted each new figure that accompanied the dim little cabin, chuckling softly at each attempt to appear from the shadows and avoid suspicion. She paused her movements for a moment, hearing the meeting begin to start.

She had hesitated coming to this gathering, especially after only hearing about it through a rumor, a quiet whisper. It took her weeks to pinpoint the letters that would authenticate her interest, but it was real- and so was this cabin. Her thought process struggled to make an appropriate opinion on the issue- the lack of war between the two sides would mean an immediate drop in job offers, leaving her without work and- more importantly- anything to do. However, her father died for this cause. Had it been an issue- would she really be in this position in the first place? Would her mother still be emotionally unstable? No. Probably not.

She bent down, tugging up handfuls of grass. She assumed by now she would have formed an opinion, that it had to be obvious.

She always had been bad at decisions.

Alice let out a deep, bitter sigh. She pushed herself up and waltz over the door, opening it up wide after the other two had gone in. "Before you begin," She hummed, giving out a large grin. "I totally agree. You've got to find better ways of being discreet. Some of you I could hear coming from a mile away." Alice glanced down at her nails, flicking at something. "That was a wonderful speech by the way." She stood up straight, closing the door. "Sorry for the draft, it was getting pretty stiff in here- I thought I'd let myself in." She came and plopped down on the floor, resting her head on her hands and keeping her cheeky smile.

 

[LRMacbeth]

Iser was beginning to feel a bit intimidated by all the people arriving, he didn't know how many people were involved in this. He already felt like he had seen one or two of these people back home in the North. 'were any of these people enemies?' he wondered. This could be some sort of elaborate scheme to get to him. He surely wasn't worth all this, was he? He decided he wasn't and tried to focus on the woman with the bird, she was giving some sort of speech about peace. He was staring and watching, he loved the way that women's hair moved, so swiftly, it was almost hypnotic. He didn't even notice the smirk that was forming on his face, that is, until the door opened again, breaking his trance and nearly causing him to leap out of his seat. It was a woman and he had definitely seen her before, she looked so familiar. Was she someone he had wronged? Was she a woman he had been with? Or was she just someone he passed by one day on the street? Perhaps he had never seen her at all and was just being paranoid. He figured she would make it known soon enough. He put a hand on his face and massaged his temples with his thumb and middle finger. The woman was now talking and he decided he should pay attention so that he didn't miss anything, but just as he thought this, she had already finished and sat on the floor grinning. He decided he couldn't wait any longer to find out how he recognized her, he decided he would lean back in his chair, turn his shoulders to face her and smirk in her direction. To his misfortune, the spindly chair couldn't support such a movement and he fell off the chair onto the floor making a crashing noise. He sat up quickly and decided to remain on the floor, he chose not to address the fall and to ignore it. He was embarrassed, he wasn't a very clumsy person and hadn't fallen out of a chair since childhood. He stared at the wall at tried to regain his composure.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

gilmark had set himself down on a chair to listen to a speech while looking at everyone, the talk the elsbet gave while inspiring to some was obviously some sort of spin to gilmark he was truly in this for his family more than anything else a war while profitable...was less then stable, his lizard had showed up soon after he did galth always had a tendency to appear out of nowhere this time upon gilmrks head "right so, i assume we will be required to...remove certain people from power if we are to attain peace then or are we intending to... make everyone see this ruckus in a different light?" he question elsbet before leaning back on his chair wait for a response. before galth hoped of his head to lay done in the middle of the table.

 

[mother of sorrows]

It was getting kind of... cramped in here. It was good to know there were people willing to help bring peace, but Leone would have liked it much more if they all weren't so close together. The priest wasn't too keen on people he just met being all in his personal space, so they really will have to find a bigger place of operation if they want this to work. He'll bring it up later; right now, the man straightened his back at attention as Elsbet spoke up, the gas lantern lighting up the dark. The shadows made the faces around him flicker ominously and Leone briefly thought of the legends he heard as a child; of demons taking on human skin, their true form only occasionally peeking out. It was a stupid thought, but it made Leone's hand twitch for his mask either way.
The man could see why this group gathered around Elsbet; she spoke with the authority of a person molded out to be a leader. He could feel himself getting inspired as she spoke, nodding along solemnly. If this won't work, if they end up failing, well... There might not be much left of Plaed Clia to save. This will have to work. It has to.
Leone glanced up with a slight frown as a woman walked in, looking rather smug. The iconoclast priest raised an eyebrow as she said she could hear some of them coming from a mile away. Really now? And who was she to be saying that? Leone raised an eyebrow, looking rather sceptical as she sat down. He was about to ignore her comments and turn back to the leader, when a crash resounded though the room, making Leone jump. He couldn't help it; years of living in a monastery made him get used to complete silence. It showed his old instincts of a highway man were dying out; he just hoped that'sa good think. ''What in the hells?'' Leone stared at the man who fell of the chair, eyes wide like saucers. What was this man even doing? Looks like the man was fine, but damn if he didn't almost scare the crap of out Leone.
The priest let out a small snort, eyebrows furrowed in thought as another man spoke up. Remove people? Make everybody see another perspective? It wasn't as easy as just one or the other.
''And how would we got about doing that? We are pretty much just a group of faceless people right now. We don't have resources, power, influence... well, we don't even have a name yet.'' They would have to build up first. Then they can decide how to go about saving the world.

i: everybody

 

[Blue winter rose]

"I am not a child," Maci protested as she sat down at the table with the others. She hated people calling her a child, she really did. Where the first words of the woman had tempered her enthusiasm the speech had made up for it. Before she could give an answer, the man next to her fell off his chair. Maci jumped off her chair and kneeled down next to him. This was her chance to prove herself. "Are you alright?" she asked as she quickly examined the man on any possible wounds. focused on the man she barely heard the conversation going on around her.

interacting: people in the shet, specifically, hostage and LRMacbeth

 

[SimplySugar]

Alice let out an uncontrollable snort, covering her mouth to prevent laughing.
"Already hurting ourselves, are we?" She cackled, lowering her hand and leaning back on the floor. "I didn't realize we were already in battle."

She began tapping the tips of her shoes together, watching a small child begin to check over the plummeted klutz. She quickly lost interest and began averting her gaze elsewhere. She tilted her head to the side as her eyes fell onto a priest, whom she lacked the surprise to see. She knew one way or another religion would come into play, naturally spreading word of harmony and goodwill.

Topics beyond her disposition.

''And how would we got about doing that? We are pretty much just a group of faceless people right now. We don't have resources, power, influence... well, we don't even have a name yet.''

Alice perked up, raising her hand and waving it around frantically. "Oh, oh! I've got one! Lets call ourselves ... the Swindling Swindlers. It rhymes and- and-" She bit her lip, smirking. "Swindling is just an intoxicating word."
She clapped excitedly, beaming up at the leader. "Pleaassseeeee?"

i: hostage mother of sorrows

 

[Slav]

Norwyn was intently listening to the women speak, clearly much more educated than himself. Soon after her speech a woman came walking in who thought rather highly of herself. Then somebody come crashing down to the ground causing Norwyn to give out a bit of a laugh. Norwyn retrieved a cigarette from his pocket which he had so neatly rolled himself and lit it with his lighter that was present in his pocket. He inhaled the smoke and then exhaled the cloud of smoke into the rather small room. He then spoke," Just because we're a group of faceless people doesn't mean we can't have a discussion about the future but I do agree that we shouldn't get ahead of ourselves. Removing people from power is the last we want to do because that's why we're sitting here right now. A void of power was created and removing people from power would only add on to that." Norwyn looked over the priest a few times. The last thing they wanted in the group was a religious nut. Then the woman who arrived the latest spoke and after hearing what she had to say, he let out a laugh. "It appears that we have another child among us." He said with a smirk. His plan was to be under everybody's skin by the end of the meeting.

Interactions: SimplySugar mother of sorrows Huntertabbysandshark3

 

[hostage]

She splayed her hands atop the table, scratching absentmindedly on the rough surface. The bickerings of the group gave no aid to her thoughts, but she would not silence them. Better to find the ones who were not fit for the job nor group ahead of them rather than to force them to get along. The other latecomer, a girl with a rather sassy attitude, seemed capable enough, though she seemed rather high and mightly. Elsbet dismissed her judging thoughts quickly. Leaders did not earn respect through jumping to conclusions.

Drawing a breath, she leaned back, arms crossed upon her chest. Whilst underhanded comments and questions were tossed around, she named the faces around her, slowly putting together the information she already knew about them. Leone, the priest. Ronan and Maci from the south. Norwyn from the north, and Iser, the well known criminal. He had stolen at least something from a friend of hers. Alice, the only one Elsbet had little information about, and Gilmark, the poison merchant.

After quite a while, Elsbet was beginning to get bored. Susa seemed to mirror her, though appeared much more annoyed than Elsbet ever did. The raven hopped to the table, clacking her beak loudly before investigating the lizard that had appeared atop the surface, obviously Gilmark’s. Elsbet watched, mildly interested before whistling quietly. The raven swung away, hopping back over to Elsbet. The leader stroked its feathers with a couple of fingers before giving its beak a flick. It was time to sioence the group. Susa stretched her wings and emitted a throaty caw as Elsbet stood in a flourish, waiting for everyone’s attention.

“Murder, unfortunately, will not work,“ she said, letting her gaze rest on Gilmark, not balefully, but thoughtfully. He seemed to be ready to go, but their group was nowhere near starting. “The Lion and Wolf may be strong, but the Fox always has a meal.“ Her words were slow and thought out, almost as she was making a plan as she spoke. Elsbet left the group to interpret her words, rummaging in her pocket. From there she drew out a map.

Elsbet spread the wrinkled paper upon the table and sat once again, waiting for the others to draw themselves to composure. She gestured to Alice, who had sat upon the floor, to join them. Elsbet whispered a small command to Susa, who bobbed her head and took to the air, slipping out of a window. The raven would circle above the house and alert the company of any unwelcome visitors. Elsbet returned to the map, placing a finger atop a red triangle she had drawn in the farthest top left corner. “We are here. I have made several paths to our next destination, the city of Baermount, in which I have stored both supplies and information.“ She traced her finger across a dotted line, going south. “One path lies across the Winespring River, but goes through a town of southerners, who do not take kindly to strangers. The other path, though shorter, follows the South Road, but goes through the Warder Forest. I know not of what lies there.“ She finished speaking, leaving the map out but rested a hand on it. She had plenty of experience with groups who fought over decisions. This was their first test.

Interacting: everybody

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

"hmm well i wouldn't see any problems with either path madam, i myself would likely prefer the town however it is truly up to you" gilmarks words where thoughtful yet and a subtle hint of malince in them. of course one wouldn't notice that if they hadn't be around him for a long time and of course no one had ever been around him for long enough, "however on the side of current supplies you madam" he made a courdeal bowing gesture towards elsbet "have access to my stocks and whatever my coffers are at this time, however im am sad to admin recent events have left me...less than in the amount i would prefer, but my products are at your full disposal free of charge" he set back into his chair waiting for the other of this ragtag group to make their contributions, although this worried him slightly children where...less then effective when it came to...certain lines of work. oddly enough he seemed to have blatantly, avoided making any comments on what others had said about his ideas, of course there is good reason but that was got gilmark to know and everyone else to not

 

[mother of sorrows]

Leone raised an eyebrow at Alice's comments, obviously unimpressed by her contribution. Great, did they have to have a childish idiot in this group? The priest gave her a quick do-over, considering, before letting out a snort. ''Sure, let's go with that name. It will surely make others take us seriously.'' His voice dripped with sarcasm, a frown on his face. This woman was obviously a fool; and Leone never did have the patience for them. ''Perhaps anybody else has any ideas?'' Preferably anybody else other than this lady. Norwyn seemed... well, Leone couldn't really place him yet, but he seemed to have at least some sense in his head. That was a plus. The priest seemed thoughtful for a few moments, tapping his cane against the ground. ''I suppose at least a basic plan wouldn't hurt. But what we need is information and resources... neither of which we have, yet.'' Yet. If they did some favors for people or something like that, he's sure people would talk. But.... well, Leone hasn't been in touch with his criminal contracts for years now. Maybe he could bring it up to somebody who did, once they at least know each other a bit.
Leone perked up as Elsbet put a map on the table, blinking as he pulled his chair closer. He thought over the various plans the leader put forth, musing over them. ''Yes, Baermount is our best bet. But, where would all of us stay?'' A big group like this... it would be a big too much to expect everybody to find their own shelter, right?

i: everybody, SimplySugar hostage Slav

 

[Maeve Valor]

It was true, Ronan also thought there did seem to be a couple of 'children' that somehow got into this team, but judging from their new leader, she was not overlooking things. In fact, he realized that she was taking each of them more seriously than they probably thought.

It was during her review of their first task that he started to think "If she planted supplies and resources in Baermount knowing that this meeting was to happen beforehand why didn't she just take it with her to save us all the time and effort? She seems like a capable person to handle that. Unless..." The idea then struck him, "She's testing us to see how we work a a team as well as what our own capabilities are in action." He smiled to himself and then looked over to her. "Speaking of foxes, she is quite a sneaky one." With that, he felt it was his turn to finally immerse himself in the conversation.

"Normally, I would agree with you two gentlemen about going through the town because I've been through there. It's true, they don't welcome strangers that come through there but they are all talk and very few actually bite. If I were to go there by myself I would definitely take that route, but I'm not going solo, we have a group. The cripple is right, they will find it troubling to find us rooms. Not to mention the fact that it is the longer path meaning we will need rations and equipment to restock along the way which again, they will not be so fond to share with us. With our limited rations and how we should want to stay discreet as possible for now, I say we take the shorter way through the Warder Forest. Now I warn you, I've heard tales that it isn't exactly safe to go through there but it shouldn't be too much for a few rebels like us to handle. Hey, there's a name, the Swindling Rebels, " he pointed to the cheeky girl.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

“Doesn’t rebels see a little on the nose? Having intention be so odiously show is no way to keep ourselves discrete” gilmark readjusted his mask, “but yes prehaps the forest would work well I myself am not apposed to camping out so to speak” after he finished speaking the lizard on the table returned to its position on gilmark head

 

[LRMacbeth]

Iser was sitting on the floor playing with his knife, rather bored with the whole conversation, He occasionally looked up to observe the bird as it hopped about eyeing a lizard on the table. Iser wondered if the bird ate lizards, but before he could find out, the leader called the bird back.

Iser continued to play with his knife, swinging it in front of him, pretending to be a soldier with a sword. His head perked up when the leader said "The lion and the wolf may be strong, but the fox always has a meal." He tried to figure out what this meant. Are we the fox? Is the analogy that we win because we are more clever? Is it a 'brains over brawns' sort of point? If it is, that is good news for Iser. While he is clever and cunning, he isn't exactly physically strong and definitely isn't what you would call brave. How does this relate to the point about murder not being effective? perhaps the north and the south are the lion and the wolf and though they are strong, we can be clever. Iser smiled to him self glad he had cracked it.

The leader had begun explaining the next destination and gave them options on how to get there. The first option was through a southern town where the townspeople didn't like strangers, the second option was through a forest. The choice seemed obvious to Iser. Humans are predictable, when you have met one, you have met them all, forests on the other hand, are full of mysteries.

Gilmark and Leone seemed to agree that the town was the better option, but Ronan had to go and point out that it would be tough to find shelter and it would take longer and the townspeople wouldn't want to share resources. Iser snorted, "We could make them share," he said, grinning maliciously. "I vote for the town," he stated as if he thought his opinion was the final word.

Iser had chuckled to himself when heard their ideas for what to call themselves, silly childish things. He smirked, "And do we really need a name?" he said. He was wondering to himself where such a name would even appear. "If we do need a name, it should be something discreet, we could pretend we are a circus or something," he suggested, realizing a circus could hardly be called discreet, but he didn't know what else such a group could be doing innocently.

 

[Blue winter rose]

Maci stood up from the ground as she saw Iser wasn't hurt. "I have travelled through that forest before," Maci said as she sat down at the table again. "I have lived from the forest, it is not without risk but, safer than walking through the town," she brought in. The idea of encountering people from the south made her heart sank. From the time she had fled away, she had turned to feel safe in the forest. Eve she really had to she would go through the town able to cross unseen, but, with a group, there was no way that was going to happen.

"We do need a name," Maci said nodding, "We can call ourselves the saviours" she suggested. No, that sounds too much she thought as soon as she said it. "What about the shadows? Maybe The Bannerless, because we don't belong to the south nor the north. Or the middle, centre?" she though at loud, coming up with names.