It Begins With A Map... (Medieval RP)

[LoveThatChick]

"Gaahh..." Christof grunted as Unwin twisted his right arm. His left was halfway back, wound up to punch him again but when he felt the leather cord wrap around his throat he barely managed to get his fingers in between. With all his strength he pulled the cord outwards so that he could suck in a lungful of air. "Son of a *****" He cursed between gasps, still struggling furiously against the stronger man's hold.

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Jem threw open the door and made a dash down the hallway towards the stairs. Her usually well groomed long hair was sticking up in all directions from sleeping on it, and she was still barefoot in her nightgown. Barely managing to make it down the stairs without tripping on the gown, she emerged into the lobby area at a dead sprint, "someone, please, help me!"

Unwin half laughed as Christof struggled to breath, "Just give up, boy! I ain't here to kill you, or Jem!" He said, in an annoyed way, and struck out with the heel of his left boot, aiming for the man's stomach...

 

[Frundette]

"No, the map did not get wet, I had it in my bodice." Fleta replied, then they reached the house. She looked around at the inside, thinking how nice it was compared to hers, then answered Glenn, "Umm, yes please. Thank you, I am very hungry..." Fleta had only eatten once that day, just before she left old man Calhoun's, and that had been before sunrise, she had been there for hours before Glenn got there.

Glenn ladled the stew Dotta had left between the two bowls, scraping the kettle to get every last bite. He could have easily eaten both portions, but was happy enough to give half to Fleta and set both bowls on the table. He sat down and picked up his bowl in both hands, intending to just drink his stew. "Oh... oh, sorry," he said, remembering the manners Ms Dotta was always trying to drive into him. He stood back up and retrieved two spoons. "Here," he said, handing Fleta the utensil.

He ate in silence, letting his mind drift to the piles of gold coins that certainly waited at the location of the 'X' on the map. "Fleta..." he asked, breaking his reverie and sounded quite worried, "...if the treasure is far away, you think we'll have to leave here for a long time to find it?"

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta thanked him for the stew, and had to stop herself from diving in like a pig, it wasn't often that she had food to herself, where she didn't have to share it with four others.

The silence stretch on and on, then Glenn broke it, Fleta noted the worry in his voice, and answered, "Well... Most likely, yes. I've only ever travailed to the closest town, for the market they have." Fleta pulled the map out of an inside pocket of her dress, and laid it on the table, pushing it towards him. She stood from the table, and moved her chair next to his so they could both look at the map.

Fleta leaned in, looking closely at the beautifully drawn map, asking, "Glenn, do you see that?" She pointed at a tiny animal located in a mountainous region on the map, "I have never seen anything like it, have you?"

 

[Frundette]

Glenn pushed his empty bowl out of the way so that there was plenty of room to open the map on the table. By the light of the flickering hearth and candles, the old parchment looked even more mysterious and beautiful than it had in the daylight, and the letters of the unknown language seemed almost to dance as the firelight glanced off the gold script. "Hmmmmm" he said, rotating the map slightly to bring the tiny image of the creature closer to the light of the candle to get a better look. "You think it's one of creatures old man Calhoun liked to tell stories about?"

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

At this late hour, only two people were still in the common area of the Inn when Jem came hurrying down the stairs: the proprietor, cleaning up the mugs and plates that had been left on the tables, and Oswin, pacing near the fire. The heavy-set man took a step nearer the disheveled woman. "Dear, dear..." he said, recognizing her as the woman who had paused to comment on one of his books earlier. "whatever is the matter?"

"There is someone upstairs, a man, he broke into our room and is trying to kill my bro-- my cousin!" She corrected her mistake very quickly, realizing that when they had last spoken by the wagon she had referred to themselves by their fake identities.


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"Scum! I don't believe a--" The sentence cut off abruptly as Unwin's heel connected with his gut, driving every breath of air from his lungs. His left hand lost its grip on the cord and it pulled tight at the same time that he was trying to inhale. The combination of both led to him having, literally, no air. Without the vital substance his struggles quickly grew weaker and the skin under his fingers began turning blue.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Glenn pushed his empty bowl out of the way so that there was plenty of room to open the map on the table.  By the light of the flickering hearth and candles, the old parchment looked even more mysterious and beautiful than it had in the daylight, and the letters of the unknown language seemed almost to dance as the firelight glanced off the gold script.  "Hmmmmm" he said, rotating the map slightly to bring the tiny image of the creature closer to the light of the candle to get a better look.  "You think it's one of creatures old man Calhoun liked to tell stories about?"  

"It looks like one, maybe a... A griffin! See? It has the head and wings of a eagle, but the body of a lion, just like Calhoun spoke of!" Fleta said, a little louder than she intended, and apologized. She looked back to the map, staring at the X, Where could that be... she thought.

 

[LoveThatChick]

"There is someone upstairs, a man, he broke into our room and is trying to kill my bro-- my cousin!" She corrected her mistake very quickly, realizing that when they had last spoken by the wagon she had referred to themselves by their fake identities. 


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"Scum! I don't believe a--" The sentence cut off abruptly as Unwin's heel connected with his gut, driving every breath of air from his lungs. His left hand lost its grip on the cord and it pulled tight at the same time that he was trying to inhale. The combination of both led to him having, literally, no air. Without the vital substance his struggles quickly grew weaker and the skin under his fingers began turning blue.

Unwin chuckled, "If I was here to kill you, you'd be died already..." He said in a threatening tone as Christof's fight left him. Once Unwin was sure that the man was unconscious, he unwrapped the leather strap from the man's neck, and tided Christof's hands tightly behind his back, then looked to his still bleeding forearm, "D*** it!" He cursed, but he didn't have time to deal with it, and hefted Christof's limp body up onto his shoulder. He knew the man would wake up shortly, so he left the room quickly and started down the stairs.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Unwin's thoughts were correct about him waking up soon, but for now he remained unconscious and unaware of what was going on around him.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the common area, there she was, Jem, speaking frantically to a heavy-set man. Unwin sneered at the girl as he realized that, with Christof so limp and Unwin's own blood splattered on the man, he looked lifeless.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

(I will wait for Frundette before replying!)