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Rise of a Warrior
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Rise of a WarriorSlipping through the familiar traffic, Hyolyn kept their head down as they hurried back to the tavern. That grocery run had taken way way way too long and they were pretty sure that Owner would be at the least somewhat impatient. It wasn't quite running, more like walking briskly, but still Hyolyn had to stop to catch their breath for a moment before slipping into their place of work. The morning rush should have already died down somewhat, but still, they did a quick cursory check of the floor, just to see what what there was to do
(Oof, not a very interactive post I know)
*As the day drew on, Maddy continued to lay in her bed. Her eyes were bloodshot and the area around her face was soaked. She turned from her side to her back and looked at the window. The blinds were slightly open from when Sage left in the morning, causing Maddy to lean over and grab a nearby broom. She struggled lifting it with her right and before eventually swatting the blinds closed with it. She didnt want to see the sun. Not today..*
Barry decided that he was finished training with his knife and put it back in his boot. He only ever used it for fighting if something came up, but usually it was just practical use. But it was good to know how to use one if needed. He started walking through the marketplace, not really looking for anything specifically, but looking around nonetheless.
Barry was walking by Luke’s house when he heard the conversation, and after having stayed for a bit, he decided that maybe he should visit Maddy at Sage’s house. He wasn’t the best with words or encouraging people, but he could try. After all, Maddy was the reason that he was still alive today. He walked over to Sage’s house and knocked on the door to see if anyone — mainly Sage — would respond to let him in.
Barry sighed and knocked on Maddy’s door again. If nobody answered he was just going to open the door. If the door was locked well then he would just have to either shout to get in or go through one of the windows. He was determined to get to Maddy.
Frightened Soul
Take Your Chains
Succumb to the Hellfire
Derek had slowed down some as he watched Swif enter the tavern, a few unintelligible words coming from the soldier... He walked rather stiffly into the tavern, shedding his helmet once again. The back of his neck glistened with sweat, another potential flaw in his heavy armor; speed would be no strength of his.
"Hey es he-er. Swif sme-let her seb-len en the wend. Shey's sum-whar he-er."
Derek slowly turned his head, looking around the tavern with a brutal, intimidating eye.. Evidently he did not approve of his client's habits of drinking. Every client to the tavern had glanced towards the door, a few anxious whispers staggering around the wooded room. The presence of the General certainly made a few people straighten up, though a single head stayed lowered. This was the head that Derek seemed most interested in, his heavy footsteps rattling several glasses and bottles within the tavern. The head rose, revealing black hair and an exhausted-looking face.. Calling out in a broken half-language, the man spoke.. This was Derek's client, it seemed. Judging by the two identical foxes sitting around his chair, he was who they needed to see.
"Derrik, lesta vin alen... The ale is here to guard me..."
"Sey-lis, yew er a fo-oul. Th'aey-ale wu'nt gerd y'a frem en ess-ess-en.."
Sylas, the supposed client, waved this off and gestured at a seat next to him. He poured a beautiful amber liquid from the bottle next to his arm, his hands shockingly stable. He poured two glasses, actually, as if suggesting Derek or Gwen take a drink as well. Derek ignored the gesture to the seat, as well as the drink, instead sighing and standing by, like a dutiful guard would.. Sylas took the opportunity to speak once more, though, his language more of Gwen's than of Derek's.
"Y'a must be Gen'r'l Gwen, hey? Der las tecki v'divay.. Err.. S'a'pl's're t'a meet you in p'rson.. W'should move t'somewhere quiet soon, I dun'think the tavernkeep'r likes me v'ry much.."
Translations:
Derek
Sylas
"He is here. Swif smelled her sibling in the wind. She's somewhere here."
Sylas, you are a fool. The ale won't guard you from an assassin."
"Derek, leave me alone.. The ale is here to guard me."
You must be General Gwen, hey? It is pleasing to meet.. Err.. It's a pleasure to meet you in person.. We should move to somewhere quiet soon, I don't think the tavernkeeper likes me very much."
Like Derek, she refused both the drink and the offer to sit. "It's wonderful to meet you too" Gwen tells the man respectfully. She glances between Derek and the tavernkeeper, smiling internally at how easy it was to think of a good excuse to coax the drunken lad out of the tavern. How kind of Sylas to give them this excuse. "Yes, let's talk" Gwen says dismissively. She was curious of Sylas, but with him being drunk, she didn't expect to get any real answers. She extends an arm out, offering support for Sylas. She could already see him tripping over his own feet and falling. "Shall we return him to the inn? I think the both of you could use a break" Gwen asks Derek.
*Maddy heard a knock on the door, however, she didnt care. She just wanted to be left alone. She turned onto her right shoulder and pulled her blanket up to her neck*
She had long forgotten her responsibilities. It felt good to discuss something as simple as jewelry. She couldn't help but smile too, noticing that Thalia seemed much calmer now.
Barry sighed and, when nobody decided to open it for him or answer him, he went in and closed the door behind him. He walked until he had gotten to Maddy’s room. He looked at her pitiful state and said, “So you gonna get up?” He opened the blinds that Maddy has closed a few moments ago, letting all the light in, and shook her a bit to get her awake.
*Maddy grumbled as Barry tried to get her up and moving. She spoke through her gritted teeth and covered her face with the blanket to hide her eyes from the light* Not today Barry, I'm not in the mood
Barry looked at Maddy, then pulled the blanket off of her. “Well if just so happens that you always appear to not be in the mood.” he said to her. He was determined to get Maddy out of bed, and if he wasn’t able to do it nicely, he would just keep bothering her until she decided to get up.