*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

It took some effort, but with some grunting and struggling Alfric managed to pull himself up onto the back of Azors's steed. He was exasperated, shocked at how weak he had become. "Okay.." He wheezed. "Ready."

India looked around her, the streets were mostly empty. Lifting her head again she snorted and started off towards the largest building, sitting right at the top of the street. She trotted at a steady pace, her anger still boiling inside her, but she wasn't ready to burn her reserves so quickly, she just needed to gain a little of her strength back.


"Your sure you want to come?"
 
"Enough talk." Alfric quipped, he felt too awful for pleasantries. The ball would be warm and welcoming, he was sure of it. Just had to get there, and fast.
"Ask your men if they have a mask to spare." He said, spitting a glob of phlegm onto the cobble pathway.
 
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Herja took the steady pace as an opportunity to catch her own breath as well. She sat up straight now that there were no more trees to be scraped against, and tucked her halberd into the crook of her right arm, never releasing her grip on the horse's mane. She gently rubbed the spirited beast with her now free right hand, feeling the hot sweaty muscles flexing in its neck. She took the opportunity also to croon a little to the horse. She was confident, commanding, and unafraid. She could sense something similar in the horse. Besides, she would have gotten caught eventually, in this foreign land, and she expected death once she was caught anyways. To be locked in battle with such a foe, one who could become an ally, was certainly a thrill not to be missed, even if she wasn't sure of her imminent demise.
 
"Enough talk." Alfric quipped, he felt to awful for such pleasantries. The ball would be warm and welcoming, he was sure of it. Just had to get there, and fast.
"Ask your men if they have a mask to spare." He said, spitting a glob of phlegm onto the cobble pathway.


Azor yanked the reins and his horse took off at a quick trot " Where do you think we should check first?"
 
Thomas looked up from his heaping plate. "Wha?" He said, his mouth to full for words to be made audible.


Cedric leaned up against the wall near Thomas. He knew this was supposed to be anonymous, but he wanted to have some idea who he was dealing "So...you like a stable boy or somethin?" He asked casually.
 
(Anyone available to RP with Cliffton or possibly Adrienne?)

Gavin looked up at the fraying sky as a few more snowflakes fell. "Well I really picked a lovely day to run away" He groaned irritably. He shivered and tried to ignore the throbbing in his side.
 
(Anyone available to RP with Cliffton or possibly Adrienne?)

Gavin looked up at the fraying sky as a few more snowflakes fell. "Well I really picked a lovely day to run away" He groaned irritably. He shivered and tried to ignore the throbbing in his side.
(Jane is there, as well as Cliffton's "dear" mother. Pretty much everyone that is a knight or higher rank is there, so just pick someone :lol: )
 
Cliffton approached Jane, not knowing it was her, just wanting to strike up conversation with someone "Hey" He said amicably.
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(Wait, so Jephry's there?
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