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Started April 29, 2018 by Deleted user

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Azalea’s eyes widened.
“Vallia Kree…” she murmured. “Your nickname. You have a warrior nickname, isn’t that correct? The warriors of Anworth.”

( Can you explain this to me?)

Azalea’s eyes widened.
“Vallia Kree…” she murmured. “Your nickname. You have a warrior nickname, isn’t that correct? The warriors of Anworth.”

( Can you explain this to me?)

(Anworth is the royal family’s name. The warriors were created to protect the royal family in ancient times.)

"That's right. What's it to you though?"
(Gtg to supper.)

Azalea felt a smile creep its way to her lips, but she fought against it. She looked around, trying to find eavesdroppers but when she found none, she looked at Vallia and pulled down her hood.
“I am Azalea Anworth, princess of Cidellia, heir to the throne,” she announced. “I have journeyed to seek help from the warriors of Anworth.”

(Brb)

(K. I'm back.)
Vallia's eyes widened, then narrowed. "With all due respect your majesty, I do I know you aren't an imposter?"

"Have you not heard of the situation at the castle?" Nyir queried in a cold voice, still gripping her sword.

Vallia shook her head. "I was with a hunter out in the wilderness for the most of this year. News didn't reach us there."

"We were attacked," Nyir explained, "and the castle fell. The royal family is most likely dead. All except the princess. We need your help to reclaim the kingdom."

Vallia nodded. "Alright then." She sheathed her knives. "First, I need to find a proper sword though.

Nyir slowly followed suit, sheathing her sword and straightening up. "Of course. Is there a blacksmith around here?"

"Yup. I was on my way there when I ran into you two." She said, weaving her way through the crowds. She turned. "Didn't catch your name though pal."

Nyir regarded her with a stern, serious glare. "I am Nyir, the princess's bodyguard."

"Oooooh. Okay. I thought you might have been. You've got that look on your face." She smirked, as they walked up to the smithy. "Are you guys waiting out here, or…"

Azalea sighed with relief. The warriors were no myth. They were real. They had found Vallia Kree, a descendant of the warriors. She was going to help them. They had finally taken a step forward. Emperor Therion was finally within reach.
Nyir and Vallia began to converse, with Azalea quietly walking next to her bodyguard.

"We'll wait," Nyir said simply. Her eyebrow arched disdainfully. This warrior, however skilled, was not what she had been expecting.

While Azalea and Nyir waited outside the shop, Azalea finally looked at Nyir.
“Isn’t it wonderful, Nyir?” she asked quietly, relieved. “They aren’t a myth. They’re real. I can finally— we have a way to take down Therion and take back the throne…”

Nyir had her doubts, but she didn't let them show. "It's certainly a good thing," she replied with a wan smile.

Vallia shrugged. "Suit yourself Mz. Nyir." She waved a jaunty salute and walked into the forge. She took a deep breath. The castle had fallen? How?

Azalea cleared her throat and straightened her posture.
“She’s… not what I expected, however…” the minute she said that, she laughed quietly to herself. “I guess I’m just too excited.”

Nyir merely shrugged. "We need all the help we can get."

(So Vallia isn't directly a warrior?)

(Not directly, yeah. If she was, then she’d be like, centuries old, and immortality kind of goes against the rule of this RP. No warrior in here is directly a warrior.)

Azalea nodded, but chose not to respond. Umacien was probably their next destination, but Azalea couldn’t help but think they might need a medic or two. Warriors weren’t much help if you got fatally wounded.

(Okay, so she's just a descendant that has been trained in the warrior ways?)

(Mhm, that’s correct.)