forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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"….Okay." Bernon struggled to digest this new information. "And, uh, is there a way for me to access these….powers, now that I know about them?"

The Mother jerked her head towards Tanrial, “She’ll teach you, she knows how.” Tanrial gave a small smile at Bernon.

Bernon beamed. "Thanks, Tanrial." He dipped his head toward the Mother. "And thank-you, ma'am. I'm very glad I came."
(I gotta go, and I may or may not be back on tonight, sorry. See you ^^)

“It’s been a pleasure.” The Mother said. “We should go.” Tanrial said, becoming wary of the people outside.
(All good, see you soon!)

Bernon nodded and stood up. "You're right. Let's go."

Tanrial gave her thanks to the Mother and told her she wold do her best to train Bernon, “Stay close, I don’t know if the others will attack.” She flipped her hood and motioned for him to follow.

Bernon did so, keeping a wary eye on their surroundings. "If they do attack, what's the plan?"

“We try to stay out of the way of the markets and people. Grab anything to fight with as you haven’t trained yet so physical fighting it is.”Tanrial watched as the two Pycral followers met with another two, “There’s four of the them. Just Pycral followers though.”

"Got it." Bernon took a deep breath and checked to make sure he could reach his hunting knife. "Hand-to-hand is in my comfort zone, luckily."

“Soon,” Tanrial lowered her voice as they neared the backstreets they took to get here, “you might not need to use it as much.”

"True. Man….. that's hard to imagine." Bernon shook his head. "And here I thought I was about as ordinary as ordinary could get."

Tanrial gave a low chuckle, “Bernon, from what we know, you are far from ordinary. Always have been you just… never had the right resources to figure it out.”

Bernon gave her an odd look. "Um….what do you mean, 'we?' Have you been watching me?"

She shook her head, “No, I haven’t. Sorry, I should have said ‘from what you and I now know.’”

"Oh, right, okay. Yeah, I guess that's true." He paused to glance around. "We'd better save the rest of this chat for when we get home, eh? We're not out of the woods yet."
(I gotta go now, won't be back for a good while. Seeya)

Tanrial nodded but stayed silent as they walked.
(Okay, I should get some sleep anyway. See ya soon)

Bernon let the silence continue for a while, alternately lost in thought and and checking for followers.

They neared a cross road and Tanrial glanced round it. Before Bernon could walk out she pulled him back and motioned for him to be silent.

He went perfectly still, scanning the way ahead, one hand on the clasp of his backpack in case he needed to take it off quickly.

Tanrial poked her head around the corner slightly. Only four still and luckily they hadn’t noticed them yet. She picked up muffled conversation but couldn’t hear anything really. Behind them a ladder led up to the roof of near by building. She pointed towards it, and got ready to climb.

Bernon nodded in agreement, ready to follow her as soon as she gave the signal.

She ditched her cloak and made sure that the weapons she had were strapped securely to her body. She signaled for Bernon to go first.

(Hi I'll be slow but I'm here)
As quietly as he could, Bernon pulled himself up the ladder and onto the roof. Memories of his time training for the army came flooding back, and he paused to carefully check for hostiles before turning to wave at Tanrial.