Soldier, Poet, King rp
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Thread Topic: Soldier, Poet, King rp
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Sirion remained silent, surveying the people in the medium-sized party. They weren't quite sure where this was going.
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The elf glanced at Wild with an amused look, tapping his frost-covered fingers on his own arm as he thought. "Do we have any sort of objective here or no?" He replied as he looked back at Oliver, raising an eyebrow.
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Lenore held her hand up to her mouth to hide her smile as she watched the scene in front of her. When a question was asked, she listened closely for the answer.
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Oliver looks at Lyra, who answers for him. “Yes, there is an objective.” she says, then looks at her maps, pointing to the southern mountain range. “We’ve had word of a group of people down here who have the fated Bow of the Eagle and other legendary weapons. A group has hired me and Oliver to retrieve the Bow, and we keep anything else we find. We’d like a group of people to travel with, as we might not be skilled enough to fight them alone. The said group gets to keep anything that catches their eyes either. ” She says. “Is that enough adventure for you guys?” Oliver asks, then looks at the mischievous elf. “And there might, let me emphasize that, might, be explosives. No promises.”
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Wild grinned brightly at that, looking at Silph who just face palmed with a loud sigh, before he frowned and lowered his hands "how, and why, did this group aquire so many artifacts? Thats hardly an easy feat to accomplish
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"Do we even know who or what we are going against?" Sirion spoke up quietly, gently tapping their staff on the floor. They shook their head. "Those many artifacts make a group strong. Have you scouted the territory or anything?"
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"Huh. Good to know." He muttered, going quiet as he listened to the conversation. He was curious to know more, but he didn't really have any questions to ask.
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Lenore clutched the strap of her satchel as she listened to the ongoing conversation. She listened intently, gathering all the information she could about that she was about to get herself into.
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Lyra shared a pained look with Oliver. "Well... All our scouts who went alone didn't return..." Oliver says, grimacing. "But as to the other question, this group's been around for a long time, long enough to gather these weapons. There's been one spy in this group who's been reporting to us, however. She says the group has gathered these weapons because" he leans in, lowering his voice. "They're planning on an attack on the western king." The country had multiple kings running it, one for each direction, and Oliver was from the western royals, so this group would greatly hurt his family.
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Wild paused at the mention of a king, seeming to frown a little in thought. Silph gave a soft hum, running his fingers over the wood of his Lyre after glancing at Wild "so why not strike first? If you know their are going to attack, why hire a group of people who might not care if the king is killed.
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"That's a good question. " Sirion said softly. "Perhaps you should have taken care for this yourself before sending us to die?"
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The frost elf again put a hand on his bag at the word "king", now appearing concerned. He didn't know much about the royalty around here, as he came from a different area, but if people were trying to attack this king for no reason, then he wouldn't stand for it.
"Right, that's all I need to know. I'm in." Scott pushed himself off the wall, accidentally freezing some of the areas he touched. He cringed a bit but didn't turn to look at the frost that crept across the wall, looking at everyone in the group instead. "I'm not someone who sits around and lets people die if there's something I can do about it." -
Lenore’s grip on her satchel tightened. “I’m in as well,” she said immediately. “Count me in.” Sure, her head was going crazy letting her know that she could very well get herself killed during this quest, but she knew she couldn’t step down when someone innocent was in danger.
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"thank you two." Lyra says, then turns to the other three. "if this king dies, then the others would likely turn and close borders, or fight each other, if they do not know who killed the Western King. so, if they kill him, all hell will reign upon our home, and we might die then. it's better to die killing the source than to die because you didn't even try." she says. Oliver sighs. "if we kill this group, we'll be known as heroes. if we don't, we'll be just another corpse in the pile of corpses." He says, throwing his dagger at the map, where it lands and the tipsticks in the table, right at the base of the southern mountains. "so are you in or not?" he addresses the three skeptical ones.
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