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NotFishing

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Then he had to break the news. The Kingdom, although safer than the mainland, was not free of dangers. And although she seemed to have no ill intentions, she was not welcome here.

She was immediately crestfallen, as if her hopes and dreams had been shattered. Gareth knew his duty was to kill her, but he didn't. Instead, he showed her a stream where she might bathe and drink from. He told her which berries were edible. He found her a cave to take shelter in. And he warned her to avoid the locals at any cost, for they would send her away, or kill her if they found her.

For two months, he found the time to visit her and bring her food, when possible. He told her of the kingdom's history. She told him stories of the mainland. They kept each other company, and become quite fond of each other, which eventually blosommed into love. Despite this, he could tell all was not well; although his presence made her happier, he could tell that a life in hiding was getting to her, that she was losing hope. So, he resolved to increase his visits, and spend more time with her.

She seemed to appreciate it.

Until, one day, as they lay together in the cave, she grabbed a knife from his belongings and attempted to stab him. He caught her wrist at the last second, and the two grappled with each other. He managed to seize the knife from her and push her away, only for her to pick up his sword.

She raised it against him... and then began to cry. There was no hope for her. If she stayed here, she would eventually be caught, and she would die. If she wished to get back to the mainland she would need to steal a boat, which she did not believe she was capable of as she was now. And if she returned to the mainland as she was now, she would eventually be killed - either by beasts or brigands. So if she wished to survive, she needed to change. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

14-Nov-2019 06:24:12

NotFishing

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"Change how?" he asked her.

Then she told him one final story. Of the Wraith. A myth which had been suppressed and withheld from the denizens of Mornstar. How if you murdered someone who loved you, with selfish intent, you would gain power. But, she had failed. She had made her attempt, and she had failed, and now he knew, and how could he possibly love someone who had betrayed him in such a way? Then, before he could stop her, she plunged his sword into her own stomach.

This changed him. The woman he thought loved was dead. A once innocent woman, who had succumbed to evil due to the orders of his liege lord. His attempts to balance his duty to protect people with his duty to obey orders had only resulted in him failing to do both. He blamed her, he blamed his King, and he blamed himself. The Knight's Code was a paradox.

He was consumed by grief and rage, but did not let it show. No one knew what he had gone through. Instead it continued to ball up inside him. Until, a year later, Mornstar finally fell.

As usual, they came from the sea. Only this time, they were far more numerous than they ever were before. When Gareth woke up, they were already beating on the town's gates. The King dispatched five other knights to rally the militia and fight off the threat, but kept Gareth close. Gareth saw the fear in the King's eyes, and realized they were lost.

It wasn't long before there was banging on the keep's gates as well. They did not hear the growls of monsters, but the cries of desperate, fleeing civilians who sought refuge. Gareth looked to the King, but the King refused to open the gates. "The horde could be right behind them," he had said. Minutes passed. The cries continued. "Our walls are strong, but we can't feed that many people. We'll starve in a siege," the King said, justifying his mistake. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

14-Nov-2019 06:24:27

NotFishing

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Then Gareth heard screams, wails, and the growls. The sounds of slaughter. The banging ceased, and then resumed, and now only the growls could be heard.

And it was in that moment that something inside Gareth snapped, and he realized he was wrong. The Knight's Code was not a paradox.

It was a lie.

Mornstar had been preserved not by the valour of its knights or the wisdom of its King. It had been preserved by fear, and selfishness. And from the sounds of it, the outside world was only worse. He had been sheltered from reality: this was not a world where the selfless or the virtuous would thrive. Even the King, who had seemed so benevolent, was no more desperate or selfish than the lover who had turned on him.

There was no anger when he drew his sword. The King looked at him strangely, before diverting his attention elsewhere. "No need for that, Sir Gareth; the doors will hold."

Gareth began to approach. The guards did not notice; they were too busy bracing the doors. By the time the King turned back, and saw the cold look in Gareth's eyes, his own eyes widened in surprise, but it was too late. Gareth's sword pierced his gut. He heard a laughter in the back of his mind, then twisted the blade and pulled it free. One of the guards turned back and shouted a cry of alarm.

Then Gareth vanished from sight.

Other: I'M BACK. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

14-Nov-2019 06:24:43

Inferi

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As she knelt there by the fire, wincing just slightly at the pinpricks in her fingers as feeling returned to them, Rila wasn’t oblivious enough to miss the rather negative reactions that were directed her way. What she did choose to do was ignore them, save for a narrow-eyed glance in their direction. There wasn’t a whole lot she could do besides cause a confrontation that she really didn’t want to have, and she just hoped that she wouldn’t be the next one accosted. It had looked like the best option to come in here when she was outside, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable just yet.

Picking up her crossbow, she quickly went over it to make sure nothing was wrong. It was wet, certainly, but that wasn’t something that should be a problem. It had lasted this long, and she really doubted a little rain would make it unusable. Nevertheless, habit dictated that she needed to check it over quickly and make sure of that. She didn’t yet ask for any food; that wasn’t really something that was on her mind at the moment. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

14-Nov-2019 19:44:24

NotFishing

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Sir Gareth Arenar

It had been seven years since the fall of Mornstar.

The door opened, and a new figure stepped in. He was easily the tallest man in the room. He shrugged off his purple cloak, before setting it on a nearby hook, next to the other garments. The next item to be removed was his kettle helmet, which he placed under his shoulder, and then he pulled down his padded coif to reveal short blond hair.

Sir Gareth was a good-looking man. He kept his back straight and his head held high, playing the part of the gallant knight. Unfortunately, the effect was somewhat reduced by his damp hair and lack of plate (then again, who could afford plate these days?)

With an expression of aloof disinterest, he gave his surroundings a quick scan, until his eyes settled on an empty table for two. He made his way toward it, deftly stepping around people and chairs alike, and continuing to feign a complete lack of interest in his surroundings. Those in truth, he was actually keeping an ear out for idle conversation - you never know what you might find.

Then he reached his destination, and took his seat. The barmaid arrived moments later. He put on a charming smile as he made his order, and then she was off. Sir Gareth did another quick scan of the room, and his eyes immediately settled on a woman with her crossbow out. The string wasn't pulled back, however, and she only seemed to be inspecting it, so she was not truly hostile.

All to do now was wait for his drink to arrive. Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

15-Nov-2019 02:38:08

George Rozas

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The weedy drunk of a young man blinked slowly at Eve, the look on his face momentarily confused before her words seemed to register - his drink-induced confidence returning as he nodded vigorously, turning away to stumble across to the bar.

A couple of other villagers looked over at Rila a few times, interest plain on their faces - though before either brought up the courage to approach the girl she withdrew her crossbow. Suddenly, neither them - nor the chuckling merchants nearby - looked at her too hard, the simple display of checking her weapon seeming to have made an unintentional point.

Once more the door to the inn opened, a cutting figure striding through and dripping yet more water onto the unfortunate floorboards. Another well-armed traveler, and a tall one at that. His arrival drew eyes across the room, hints of unease floating through the body language of a few of the patrons at the sight of him - the twig-like young man at the bar nearly spilling the newly bought drinks in his hands when he almost walked into him on the way back to Eve's table. He glared at the back of Gareth's head for a moment then went to step without turning his head back, proceeding to trip over a chair and hit the ground, spilling the drinks over himself and the floor.

" Fuckin' right, you've had enough tonight Bryn - get the lad home 'fore he starts chucking the ale back up, " The bartender called over, gesturing to the fallen young man and a pair of other young men at a table where he'd come from. They got up, grumbling slightly as they headed over and hauled Bryn back to his feet, the youth suddenly seeming a lot drunker than he'd initially let on. Throwing his arms over their shoulders they headed out into the rain, a whiny voice protesting along the way. No free drink for Eve, sadly.

Drinks arrived to those who ordered them a few moments afterwards as the teenage barmaid made her way through the room. Annie got her water, though the food would take longer, Gareth his I am Inferi.

15-Nov-2019 22:48:44

George Rozas

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ale and so on. The atmosphere lightened again, at least a little, after laughs rang out around the room in response to Bryn's display. Any tension that'd risen from Gareth's entrance had died away, albeit one pair of eyes did linger on him - the not-so-subtle glances of the barmaid even after she'd given him his drink and moved on to serve others. A pretty little thing, long red hair, blue eyes and tanned skin. Likely the heartthrob of the village boys.

Outside the rain grew a little heavier, drowning out doom's approach. I am Inferi.

15-Nov-2019 22:48:54

Quick5ilvr

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Jericho smiled weakly at the display that had previously put him on alert. Perhaps it would be a quiet night after all.

A new tower of a man had entered the tavern, but seemed sober enough. Hopefully he would help keep the tenuous peace of the tavern's nightly festivity. Jericho eyed his drink, wishing he could convince himself to just let go of the entire day and take a break from thinking. Unfortunately, that would involve putting his guard down, leaving the soldier no other option than to just sigh.

He walked over to Eve's table and placed the ale in his hands down. "To your health," he offered. Raising his water as a toast, and then to his lips, he gulped down a mouthful wincing at the lack of taste. As if the world wasn't bad enough, this crap was necessary for survival.

"And I suppose to his as well." Jericho spared a glance towards the door to indicate the poor drunkard who had left her company. A slight smile crossed his face as he considered the killer headache the lad would wake up with. Gods willing it would teach the boy some amount of wisdom. Cower, worship, or beg. All are valid choices.

16-Nov-2019 00:23:47

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Annie1227

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Annie watched the commotion in the inn but, decided to stay out of it and stay where she was to keep warm by this fire . She finally got her glass of water and took sip of water. She couldn't wait until her food comes out because she was very hungry. -Dances-

16-Nov-2019 00:47:19

Azi Demonica

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She did not have to look to notice Bryn’s lack of cohesion, brought down by man and... chair. Grumbling pals dragged the beer-drenched whiny lad off. Eve sighed with both relief and disappointment. There goes a waste of drink...

She glanced at the other girl’s crossbow once she moved it, just in case. Despite that, things seemed to feel better. The rain intensified, yet, at the same time... Something feels off...

Eve snapped out of her thoughts when an armoured, manly man’s drink clinked upon the tabletop. He toasted to her--and somewhat to the lad. Eve briefly smiled.

“Thank you.” The savage gulped down the ale in one go. Upper lip frothy, her eyes and eyebrows rose, “Yer name?”

16-Nov-2019 22:59:28

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