forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

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

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Bernon puffed up beside her, and with a struggle, managed to send a message. So, I take it we're not entering the, uh, town, city, whatever–like this. Right? We'll go into human form once we get closer?

Correct. Just a little longer and we can shift back She huffed and leaped over a fallen tree easily and weaved through the others. As the trees became denser it became harder to move through them.

Bernon began to flag, almost tripping on a fallen branch. Argh, sorry, bears aren't meant to go this speed. I'll catch up.

We should shift back now anyway She said to Bernon, Sorry for the invasion but I need you to get off now. She said to Mike.

"Kay," Mike said, hopping off. Bernon came up beside them and returned to human form, almost forgetting to drop his backpack first. "Whew. Been a while since I sprinted in any form." He slung his pack over his shoulders and briefly leaned against a tree to catch his breath. "Need to work on my sprinting stamina, looks like."

Tanrial shifted back, panting, “We can work on that later, come on.”

The other two followed, trying to avoid making too much noise. Mike was very good at stealth, as it turned out. He seemed to know exactly where to place his feet. "Is there anything we should know about how to act in there?" He asked quietly. "To avoid suspicion, I mean?"

“Heartless, cold. No emotions basically. If you look like guards most people will run in fear so… if that happens it’s a good sign.” She weaved through the trees, fear growing in her stomach.

Mike gave that some thought as he walked. "I can do that."
Bernon looked a little less sure, and eyed Mike uneasily. "I'll do my best."

“Good.” She said quietly
(See ya tomorrow!)

"Oh, and another thing," Mike said. "Will you be using you real name if somebody asks, or a fake name?"

“Real, otherwise we wouldn’t get anything done,” She stopped behind a tree, sheltering from view as a small guard patrol walked past, “The entrance is just behind that boulder. If I remember correctly, two guards should be on duty.”

"Okay," Bernon breathed. "We'll be right behind you."

Tanrial nodded and walked forward, head held high and looking very royal like. She had a smirk plastered on her face as she walked right up to the guards on duty. They moved aside instantly, “Don’t tell father I’m here.” She said and after the guards nodded their approval, she entered.

Mike and Bernon walked on either side, pretending to be her bodyguards. Bernon tried to keep his back stiff and his eyes straight ahead, the way they'd taught him in the army. Mike, on the other hand, looked around freely, sweeping the area for threats. He looked much more intimidating than Bernon, despite being slightly shorter and less bulky, and his steps were steady and confident.

Tanrial didn’t look at the people staring at her. Years. She’d been away years so this was expected. People spoke in hushed whispers as she past, no mention of alerting her father, which was lucky. “The blacksmith is just up ahead.” She didn’t smile as she said it.

"When we get there," Mike muttered to Bernon, "You stand next to her and try to look tough. I'll watch the road while they talk. Don't get distracted."
"Okay," Bernon replied, suppressing his annoyance at being ordered around. Now was not the time.

The place was small. There were multiple workers around the fires outside and they paid no attention to the three of them as Tanrial and Bernon entered. An older man was sitting at a table in the corner, working on a small, metal looking bird. He glanced up and stiffened as Tanrial and Bernon who walked over, “I need you to replicate this,” she motioned for Bernon to show him the device, “as best you can… and quickly.” He nodded and set to work.

Bernon stood waiting next to Tanrial, his arms folded. Mike turned so his back was to them and kept a sharp eye on the people passing by outside. He couldn't help glancing at the blacksmith once in a while, seeming very interested in the crafting process. But he didn't let it hold his attention for very long.

Tanrial kept up her act and glanced around making sure all the over worriers were doing their job. No one came in, thanks to Mike and the man was nearly halfway down in record time. She was glad of it as Tanrial didn’t want to be here for to much longer.

Bernon took a silent breath, telling himself to calm down. The more nervous he acted, the more suspicious he looked. Still, he wished the blacksmith would finish up soon so they could get out of there.

“Not long now.” Tanrial muttered to Bernon

Bernon nodded, lifting his chin resolutely.

Tanrial watched him work, melding the metal, cooling it down and painting the pictograms and symbols on the side. Tanrial nearly breathed a sigh of relief when he finished.