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Medieval Times Introduction
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Michelle
(last edited Sep 29, 2011 08:05PM)
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Sep 28, 2011 05:34AM
Be it knight in shining armour or damsel in distress, or better yet, assassins on the move, everything is written in ancient times. Kings and queens, secret affairs, dungeons and crocodile-filled moats ;) Let the tournaments...BEGIN!
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I trudged into the tavern, mud-caked and travel-weary.
((I had to remake myself, too...))
Michelle Tora/Pasham/ wrote: "((sorry guys >.< The group was getting a tad messy and we wanted to tidy up.))"(whatever...)
Mysterie *the cookie-loving vampire* wrote: "I trudged into the tavern, mud-caked and travel-weary."
I walked in, my hood covering most of my face. I was wearing clothes that were perfectly my size, but they were boy's clothes.
I looked over at the newcomer, then sat at the bar. "Mead, if'n ye don't mind, sir."
I took a swig of my mead, sighing. I stood and went over to the newcomer. "Mind if Ah join ye?"
I sat down across from the stranger. "What brings you here?"
"Alright, jest tryin' te be friendly."
I stood up and moved to another table where I put a couple spoonfuls of honey in my coffee and began to drink it.
I watched her surreptitiously from the corner of my eye as I drank my mead. I got a bad feeling about her.
I sighed and looked at the commission I had recieved.
I stood and paid the bartender, then left the tavern, heading for the castle.
I camped a mile from the castle.
I woke and packed up camp, cleaning up in a nearby stream. The cold water helped me wake up. I changed into a soft leather jerkin, embroidered with delicate flowering vines, and dark green leggings. I slung my gitarre over my shoulder and lifted my knapsack.
I headed to the castle, singing as I walked.
I turned, hearing a carriage approaching.
A man approached in the distance. He sighed, making sure his hidden blades were well- hidden, as he made his way into the tavern. He walked calmly, and quietly as his dark eyes gazed around at each other from underneath his hood. He sighed, as he sat down, in the back, ordering a glass of rum.


