forum The Last Hope of Evras (Still Open!)

Started April 25, 2019 by @ElderGod-yellowqueen

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Kendra sat on her bed and took off her necklace, holding it in her hands and running her fingers over the polished stone. "This is for you, my love, and I swear on my life that I shall succeed. Should I fail, I will fall on my sword and be joined with you once again." She kissed the stone, then gripped it against her chest.

Thomas wasn’t used to the luxury of the palace, so he looked around his temporary room in awe. He had signed up because he thought that he could be of help but now he wondered how much his help was truly worth, since he was a mediocre carpenter with no magic and no real talents besides art. He flopped onto his bed, marveling at the softness of the mattress. At the very least, offering to fight had given him this fleeting moment of comfort. He wondered about exactly what he would have to be doing on this journey and his company. From the brief glimpse he had gotten of the others, they seemed decent. The prince seemed a bit stern, but maybe he would soften up. Thomas stared at the ceiling and sighed. What had he gotten himself into?

The Prince met his father in his personal office. The King had been waiting for Elias. He bowed before his father for a brief moment before straightening. The King turned and faced his son. "You're a fool." He said. "You'll be lucky if this doesn't kill you."
The Prince scoffed. "Isn't that what you want? Me dead? You've been sending your assassins after me since I was twelve. What difference does it make who I fall too? At least if I on this quest you claim that I had honor and you shall avenge my death."
The Prince hadn't expected for his father to raise his hand and back hand him. His head turned at the force of the hit, his lip busted from one of the rings adorning his father's hand. "Speak to me like that again and it will be much worse."
Elias kept his mouth shut. He knew how much it could get, had felt the pain. Scars lay hidden under the clothes he wore from the torture he'd received at his father's hand. "You are dismissed."
The Prince left the room swiftly, but instead of heading to his rooms as he should have, he went in the direction of the gardens. He stepped out into the fresh air, sighing. He raised a hand and wiped the blood from his mouth. He should go to infirmary and get a salve to help his his lip and take the bruising away. But that meant stepping away from this serenity and rather liked it there.

Kenda needed air. The confinement of the room was wearing on her, grating at her nerves and making her muscles lock up. To small. The room was too small for her need for open areas and space. She wanted to be outside, to see the stars and the clouds. She wanted to feel the air on her face, to pray to the heavens for her daughter's wellbeing.
Kendra strode up to the door of her room and opened it, addressing the guards with a straight back and a soldier's presence. "I would like to be escorted to the nearest outdoor area."

Thomas tossed and turned before deciding he wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. So he decided to search for something to make art with. He searched his room for paper and a quill to sketch with, since finding paints and a canvas would be too much work as he was a bit lazy.

Savannah kept to herself in her room, pacing back and forth in thought. What abhorrent exchange of horrible events had lead her here? She replayed her memories, flickering through them like one would turn the pages of a book.
It had started with the fire, then the disappearance, then the betrayal, so I sought-no, seek-revenge. But is that what I really want? I don't know anymore. Besides, this is for a good cause.

The guard turned to the female volunteer. "We cannot allow you to leave your room, miss. Please go back inside. You should rest while you can. Tomorrow you will no longer have the luxury of sleeping in a bed such as this." The guard closed his mouth and stood at attention.

Kendra grumbled to herself and marched back into her room. She didn't care for luxury. She had slept on rocks numerous times throughout her life. This "luxury" is something she would rather live without.

The night was washed away as the sun peeked around the palace. Elias had spent most of the night in gardens, sitting peacefully. He knew it would be one of his last moments of it for a long, long time. He had gotten only a few hours of sleep, his dreams riddled with nightmares. He was up again before the sun had broken the horizon, going over the last details, ensuring that the weapons were laid out and their armor was ready. He dressed himself in leather armor. Metal would have been too heavy, too hot. It would have drawn too much attention to himself, and the last thing he needed was someone to discover who he was. Without his crown, without his crest, he looked as though he could be just a regular boy, someone who desired to be apart of the guard, but a boy no less. His brushed his raven hair back and out of his face. He stood at attention as he waited for his volunteers to arrive.

(Lol sorry, @CW_StarkSpangledBanner, I'm just bad at writing gay rps.)

Rose stood on the roof of her target's house, hood low over her face. The target wouldn't be back for another few minutes, so she waited patiently.
A few hours ago, she had been minding her own business, (which really meant picking through people's pockets) and she had been grabbed by the arm just as she had been about to steal some rich woman's necklace. She had glanced up, thinking someone had caught her, and had seen the gray eyes of someone very familiar.

Sarose sat in his room, looking around the lavish place with blank eyes. He did not wish to be here, he was only here because someone had mistaken him for a person who had volunteered their lives. He did not offer his life and he was surprised no one had accused him of being a mage with his green hair and red eyes.

When morning arrived, Thomas realized he had stayed up almost all night thinking and planning. He couldn’t find anything to draw with so he had settled with painting a beautiful mural in his mind. Now that morning was here, reality was beginning to set in. His thoughts of helping and having a purpose besides wasting away and living the life his father had lived were beginning to seem like little more than shadows in the cold, harsh morning light. He wished he had been able to sleep more, feeling not ready at all for the coming day.

Savannah barely slept, but felt more energetic than usual. Perhaps it was because her sleep wasn't ridiculed by constant nightmares, or the nervous energy and tension that she felt, because today she would risk her life for a good cause. She quickly got dressed, wandering a bit out of her room before finding the prince, dressed in leather armor.
"Morning, your highness." Savannah said, tiredness tugging at her annoyingly.

Elias didn't acknowledge her. He didn't acknowledge anyone until all of the volunteers had arrived. "Your armor has been laid out for you. Dress in it quickly. There are weapons here as well, anything you could think of. Choose your favorites, choose them wisely. Bags have already been packed for you all, strapped to the horses waiting for us in the courtyard. We will ride until we reach the terrain where our horses will no longer be able to function, the north. It will take us a week's ride to reach the border." The Prince spoke in a firm, commanding voice. With a wave of his hand, the armor and weapons were placed in front of the volunteers.

Sarose hummed. "Is there any alchemy ingredients here? I need them to make healing salves and such." He said bluntly, frankly not caring if he was speaking to royalty or not. If he was going to do this, he was going to get ingrediants.

Rosalynn stepped neatly over the pool of blood spreading on the floor and left the house, not looking back. She pulled her jacket and boots off and replaced them with less suspicious looking ones before running towards the castle. She was late.

Elias raised an eyebrow at the boy who dared to speak to her in such a way. If he had been feeling particularly unpleasant, he would have had the guards strip him and whip him, but for the sakes of their journey ahead, he let it slide. "Whatever you need will be provided for you. Write it down on a slip of paper and it will be added to your things. Quickly now, or we'll leave without it."

Rose burst into the room. She was panting slightly.

Kendra strolled in, quietly looking over the armor and picking out what she saw fit for her purposes. She chose leather, as she was not familiar with metal, and then scanned the weapons. She looked for a crossbow and swords, and grunted as she spotted them. She checked the crossbow's recoil and firing speed, then checked the sharpness and finesse of the twin swords.

Thomas picked some armor (he didn’t know much about armor so it was a bit mismatched). For a weapon he picked a bow.

Liya looked at her armor is mild delight, it was similar to the one that she wore during her nightly assassin duties. She put it on and grabbed her weapons, a bow and arrow, many knives, and a simple sword just incase.

(Wow. There are three mercenaries/assassins in the room.)

Rose grabbed a knife and some plain chain mail armor that she could easily hide under her clothes. She pulled a black bow from where it rested and slung it over her shoulder, as well as a few quiver of arrows. She slipped some small, sharp silver things into her sleeves and boots, and grabbed a pack.