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

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta sighed as Oswin and the brothers left, "We should not have gotten our hopes up..." Her eyes welled with tears and she turned away from Glenn, hoping he hadn't seen. She wiped the tears away and tried to pull herself together, she could not brake down, not when there were mouths to fill.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Unaware of the map or the journal, a young man and woman approached the house on two horses. They were travellers from another village who heard about the old man's passing from the inn in town, and were curious to see what was in the house. "Looks like much of it has already been taken." The man commented as he dismounted and tethered his horse.

The woman didn't comment right away, but nodded after a minute or two. She was tall for a woman, but still a head shorter then the man. Her long brown hair was tied up into a braid that hung past her butt, and several loose tendrils bounced lightly against her cheeks. Her companion was a tall slender fellow with the same shade of brown hair, which hung untamed to about shoulder height. The resemblance was hard to miss, and any observant person could easily tell they were related.

Running her finger along the dusty counter top, she noticed a small decorated vase sitting against the wall. Thinking it might contain a food item like flour, or beans, she picked it up and unscrewed the lid. Unexpectedly, something moved inside and a mouse leaped out onto her hand. The movement startled her and the vase slid from her hand to the floor with a loud crashing sound as the glass broke into several pieces and scattered themselves across the floor.

 

[Frundette]

Glenn shifted awkwardly as he couldn't help but notice Fleta wiping away the tears from her eyes. "Ah...uh..." he started, "maybe there's another way?" he suggested, more out of hope that the girl would not cry than any real conviction that they'd happen to find someone else who could make heads or tails of the map.

"We still have the map," he said, forgetting again to keep his voice down. "Maybe we could fi..." he broke off as the glass vase hit the floor on the other side of the small room.

"You okay, miss?" he asked, seemingly genuinely concerned.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

"Uh.. yeah.. I'm so sorry.. clumsy me.." She stammered, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and she took several steps away from the vase. Almost instantly the man reached around her shoulders and began ushering her towards the door, casting rapid glances at the staring spectators as they went by. The attention focused on them was clearly making him incredibly uncomfortable, bordering on paranoid.

Once they had reached the safety of the outdoors, away from so many prying eyes, the woman looked pleadingly towards the man. "Christof, stop please... we need supplies. They don't know who we are so far from home. We can't keeping running with nothing, we need food and rest."

The man, who she identified as Christof, looked utterly exhausted as he helped her back onto the horse, intending to leave right away. "Alright Jem, but promise me there will be no more of this..." He was at a loss for words as he gestured towards the house, indicating the episode with the vase. "Try and be more careful next time."

 

[Animesweetie]

A young women, around the age of fifteen entered the house. She had pale skin but not ghostly. Her hair was black and went to the middle of her back. Her eyes deep blue like an endless ocean. She walked over to the book shelf, ignoring everyone almost. Seeing that the books were gone she panicked. She pushed her way through everyone out the door. Once she was out there she met a tall man around the age of eighteen with short black hair and hazel eyes.

"They're not here brother. Some one took them all!" She told him in panic.

"What?!" He said and jumped off the horse.

The girl held back her tears but bit her lip. "How can we find Aaron now?" She asked.

"I don't know." The man replied with a sigh.

 

[Frundette]

(Animesweetie, the entire bookshelf was loaded up in Oswin's wagon and taken away. Please read the story so far and edit.


Edit: Thanks! And welcome!)

 

[LoveThatChick]

(Nice! welcome to the RP!)

 

[LoveThatChick]

(Sorry, I didn't see all the posts above or I would have posted sooner!)

Glenn's words were kind, but Fleta was not licensing, she looked up quickly when the woman broke the vase, the sound of it crashing caught her attention. She watched as the man and woman left, then a young woman entered, Odd, is she looking for books? Why dose everyone want the books? she thought as the girl left.

Fleta then turned to Glenn, "I maybe, able to get the journal... Kenrick, I can ask him if I can look for it, we are not going to find out what that map means without it..." She said dejectedly, knowing that Kenrick would expect a lot more then a 'please' to look for the book.

 

[charnic44]

Dear Friends,

I have decided that I need to leave BYC and focus on other things in life. I may be on from time to time, but only for chicken related questions. Sorry for leaving all my RPing friends hanging but I need to focus on school and my other projects. Oh, I almost forgot, I will be giving away all my RPs and characters. If you would like them, PM me. I will be on BYC for a few minutes every day until they're given away or until people stop asking for them (I will assume that nobody wants the rest). Its been a good 262 days! Bye everybody!

Sincerely,

charnic44, also known as, Char

 

[LoveThatChick]

I'm sorry to hear you're leaving, it was great having you!