Chessmen

[MissNutmeg]

Pax awoke to the sound of something hard clatter onto the floor and he jumped up with fright ready to fight whoever was going to attack him, but just as soon as he got up he fell in a heap on the ground and sighed. He needed to get used to that prosthetic leg he unattached at night leaning it up against his nightstand. He pulled himself up back into the cot, cursing under his breath careful not to shout as the tent walls were very thin,

"Confounded thing!"

He tried to control his fury and peeked through a slit in the tent that had a view of the mountains, it was always beautiful at this hour of the morning. The sun's rays gradually got longer... Sun means breakfast, which means by the time he gets his morning meal the only things left will be the crusts of bread and crumbs. Pax really needed to get use to waking up at this hour. Back in his country his people stayed up all night eating haggis and drinking ale and going about their business but slept during the day.

Pax never really knew how he got here. He was once sitting near a warm fire talking softly to his bairn brother quietly comforting him, next second he ended up here in the dark cold place. Pax sighed at the thought. Oh how he missed his family!

He grabbed his leg and attached it. It has been a six months when he lost his leg, he always told everyone how a monstrous dragon ripped his left lower leg right off while he was trying in vain to slice through the beast's rock-hard neck, but no, he lost his leg to a skillful hunter with a crossbow. He still couldn't get that cruel merciless laughter out if his head as he lay bleeding and... enough! He must stop these memories.

Limping slightly he ducked out of his tent and sat down on a log by the campfire.....

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

@AMERAUCANAS4REAL

The leopard snuck in just as a booming voice started to give his report. Great stone pillars swooped up to create an archway above the throne, with a glittering stained glass window, depicting the royal crest. On either side sat gargoyles: griffins with their wings spread, snarling upon all who entered.
Four were lined up before the throne, each with his respective utensils. Heath blinked. Suddenly he felt unprepared. Was he supposed to bring something? Ah, but who cared? He was here in all his magnificence. That was all they needed.
"They are on the East banks, about two days' ride from here. My scouts estimated there were about two score, and headed North for ThornShire. They... appeared benign, at least for the moment, your highness. It could just be a merchants party-"
That was the moment they noticed the cat, and barely contained disgust crossed the Noblemens' faces almost exactly like that of the griffins'. Heath grinned. He strode, his head tipped with a much-practiced eir of dignity. There was a spot open for him where the nobles had lined up before the King, but he moved in between two of them and planted himself directly opposite the throne, forcing them to shuffle awkwardly aside.
"Your highness I apologise greatly for my delay." He purred as he placed a paw forward and bowed his most extravagant bow with his tail dancing into place behind him. "Forgive me, I had to fight off a dragon."

 

[Fanci Feathers Marans]

Pax awoke to the sound of something hard clatter onto the floor and he jumped up with fright ready to fight whoever was going to attack him, but just as soon as he got up he fell in a heap on the ground and sighed. He needed to get used to that prosthetic leg he unattached at night leaning it up against his nightstand. He pulled himself up back into the cot, cursing under his breath,

"Confounded thing!"

He tried to control his fury and focused his eyes toward the mountains, it was always beautiful at this hour of the morning. The sun's rays gradually got longer... Sun means breakfast, which means by the time he gets his morning meal the only things left will be the crusts of bread and crumbs. Pax really needed to get use to waking up at this hour. Back in his country his people stayed up all night eating haggis and drinking ale and going about their business but slept during the day.

Pax never really knew how he got here. He was once sitting near a warm fire talking softly to his bairn brother quietly comforting him, next second he ended up here in the dark cold place. Pax sighed at the thought. Oh how he missed his family!

He grabbed his leg and attached it. It has been a six months when he lost his leg, he always told everyone how a monstrous dragon ripped his forelegs right off while he was trying in vain to slice through the beast's rock-hard neck, but no, he lost his leg to a skillful hunter with a crossbow. He still couldn't get that cruel merciless laughter out if his head as he lay bleeding and... enough! He must stop these memories.

Limping slightly he walked out of his room and entered the dining hall.....

(Took an arrow to the knee, did he? Hhehehe)

 

[Amer]

"uuuuuhh... it's mostly turnip... actually." She frowned most people didn't like turnip. But it was one of the few vegetables that made it though the winter. "some peas, carrots, onion... salt...."

"Oh nice, salt... don't see that much, that's probably why it tastes so delicious, did you use it to make the water boil or seasoning?" (Salt started becoming accessible in the seventeenth century and miss Queste here was dead before then.)

 

[Amer]

@AMERAUCANAS4REAL

The leopard snuck in just as a booming voice started to give his report. Great stone pillars swooped up to create an archway above the throne, with a glittering stained glass window, depicting the royal crest. On either side sat gargoyles: griffins with their wings spread, snarling upon all who entered.
Four were lined up before the throne, each with his respective utensils. Heath blinked. Suddenly he felt unprepared. Was he supposed to bring something? Ah, but who cared? He was here in all his magnificence. That was all they needed.
"They are on the East banks, about two days' ride from here. My scouts estimated there were about two score, and headed North for ThornShire. They... appeared benign, at least for the moment, your highness. It could just be a merchants party-"
That was the moment they noticed the cat, and barely contained disgust crossed the Noblemens' faces almost exactly like that of the griffins'. Heath grinned. He strode, his head tipped with a much-practiced eir of dignity. There was a spot open for him where the nobles had lined up before the King, but he moved in between two of them and planted himself directly opposite the throne, forcing them to shuffle awkwardly aside.
"Your highness I apologise greatly for my delay." He purred as he placed a paw forward and bowed his most extravagant bow with his tail dancing into place behind him. "Forgive me, I had to fight off a dragon."

Grervyn rolled her eyes. A two foot long dragon.
"Oh really?" asked the the king. Am I supposed to believe this excuse? Weren't you in the palace this morning?"
Grervyn cringed farther into the corner and noted all escape routes. She couldn't trust kitty to not betray her, she couldn't trust anyone but herself.

 

[RiverStorm]

Oddly enough, Queste the ghost could eat food, but though she tasted it, she absorbed it and it didn't poison her or give her nutrients, so she didn't have to eat. If she wanted, she could eat rocks, but they didn't taste good, and she never got hungry anyways.
"Thanks," Queste whispered. "This is really good, what did you put in it?" It did taste good.

"uuuuuhh... it's mostly turnip... actually." She frowned most people didn't like turnip. But it was one of the few vegetables that made it though the winter. "some peas, carrots, onion... salt...."

"Oh nice, salt... don't see that much, that's probably why it tastes so delicious, did you use it to make the water boil or seasoning?" (Salt started becoming accessible in the seventeenth century and miss Queste here was dead before then.)

Odd, Alok thought. Who doesn't see salt much?

(Took an arrow to the knee, did he? Hhehehe)

(XD)

 

[Rose Quartz]

"Oh nice, salt... don't see that much, that's probably why it tastes so delicious, did you use it to make the water boil or seasoning?" (Salt started becoming accessible in the seventeenth century and miss Queste here was dead before then.)

"Erm, well... I thought it might be a nice addition.... but the only water we have access to here is the Bay. and it's salt water.

(oh uh I suppose I should post the map for every one.)

 

[MissNutmeg]

(Took an arrow to the knee, did he? Hhehehe)

(Indeeee-d)

 

[Amer]

"Erm, well... I thought it might be a nice addition.... but the only water we have access to here is the Bay. and it's salt water.

(oh uh I suppose I should post the map for every one.)

(At first I thought she said she got it from E-Bay XD)
Oh, they must have figured out how to harvest it. Cool, but awkward for me, thought Queste. "Yeah, nice. Seasoning often makes turnips taste better." She wanted to turn scarlet, it would look more natural, but she couldn't. Instead she looked deathly pale and a little sick.

 

[Rose Quartz]

(I'll be adding in details as we go. uhm, Fanci I'm assuming the group the king is talking about is us?

"We're heading south, and yes, we're going to the Shaow River, we'll most likely camp beside it." Alok said.

if that's the case, river can we change it so we're headed north to the river. If the king is reffering to our group than I would guess we would be due east of kingsford at that little bay.)