forum Hypocrites and Liars (pseudo-historical o/o)

Started April 11, 2022 by Deleted user

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Alrighty then, sounds good. You can start whenever you're ready. I'll post my starter as soon as I can.

Okay cool.

(Cue Orion completely forgetting to make a starter.)

Robehod was currently traveling on foot into the forests of Sherwood, with her faithful handmaiden Opal. She didn't exactly know where she was going, but frankly, that was the beauty of the thing. She was out on her own now (with Opal, of course), in the wilds of Sherwood with nothing but her wits and her ambitions to keep her company (and Opal). She'd never known the outside world could be so amazing! The trees stretched far above her head, and the woods were abuzz with the sounds of animals running around, plus with the way light filtered through the leaves it was almost angelic.

She loved the scenery, and she knew to some degree which plants were safe and which to avoid. But what made this experience truly special, was that it was her own. She was the one calling the shots now, she wasn't going to have to deal with any stupid Princes or Kings or Royalty or have to have any responsibilities whatsoever! Frankly, she was unsure why she hadn't done this sooner. She wiped her brow with her shirt- she was wearing men's clothing, what a novelty!- and continued walking in relative silence- at least, outwardly. In her mind, she was buzzing.

"Opal, look!" she said, in a whisper-yell, pointing over to a clearing with a brook and bridge. "It's enchanting! But who built that bridge? Perhaps a Fae Lord or Lady, we should hurry along if so. Fae don't tend to like mere mortals touching their things." but out of the clearing, came a giant of a man, not bedecked in green like Robehod or a Fae would, but in peasant's garb, dirty and stained beyond saving. Robehod hid behind a tree, pulling Opal with her. What was this giant doing in her woods (as Robehod had decided that, barring the presence of Fae, this woods was hers)?

Opal followed behind her ladyship a few steps back. Keeping her eyes to the ground, she would stop sometimes to pick up a root or plant that could be used for medicines. Now her traveling pouch is full of random roots and herbs; she could not help it though. Her heart was beating out of panic from her and her mistress escaping. She could not say no to the mistress, but she knew that it would be highly distressing to her for a while.

Thankfully the forests of Sherwood were calming enough. She likes the different colors mixed together from the trees and plants. The sounds of sticks and leaves crunching underneath their feet is so satisfying. Birds chirping helped her calm down a little. All of it made her realize that she does not have to worry about the thoughts of other hand maids or the other servants. They were away from all of that now.

Her chin shot up to glance up at what Robehod was pointing out. At first, she wanted to give a shrug as a response, but she knew that would be foolish of herself. She doesn't know much about bridges, but it could be possible a fae made it. Before she could say anything, her eyes caught the gigantic man then Robehod had pulled her behind a tree.

She was practically as stiff at the tree they were hiding behind. "Sorry, my lady…." She murmured. Again, Opal was behind the mistress, but curiously leaned out a little to get another glimpse. Although she can only guess a response, she asked, "Is everything alright?"