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

[Frundette]

Oswin glanced nervously back and forth between Glenn and Unwin, taking a small step away from the bounty hunter. He hadn't missed the fact that Unwin had put his hand on the hilt of his sword a few moments before, ready to draw it. The heavy-set man gulped, thinking he recognized the appraising look Unwin had just given each of them, sizing up what it would take to kill everyone who wasn't critical to the completion of the job he'd been hired to do. Oswin generally liked to hire men like this one.

Of course, Glenn's outburst hadn't gone un-noted either, but first he needed to make sure he wasn't about to get a sword through the gut. "Sir, once your ... business ... is complete, I may have another that I believe you would be most suited for..." He said to Unwin as he inched toward Glenn and the door.

Glenn looked at Jem and stepped toward her, wanting to protect her from Unwin due to the mere fact that she was a woman and in his mind women were fragile, pure, and beautiful things that should always be protected. He glanced around, looking for something to use as a weapon if things got ugly. The best thing handy was a maul setting near the door of the inn, intended for splitting logs for the fire, but Glenn figured it would do well enough in a pinch.

"My name is Glenn. You hurt?" he asked her as he glanced at the bound man Unwin dumped into the chair, wondering if he was dead or alive.


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Kenrick still thought her answer suspect, but didn't push the issue further, at least not yet. "You see it anywhere, then?" he asked, looking over the books and randomly pulling them out to check for the journal.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

"Um, no," her voice caught when Unwin dumped Christof into the chair. He looked so lifeless, and at this point she was able to spot the red ring around his neck where the cord had choked him. "My brother though..." She trailed off and turned a hard stare on Unwin instead. "What did you do to him?" She demanded. Very slowly she began inching towards towards the chair as Oswin was inching towards the door.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Oswin's wards and slow movement towards the door did not go unnoticed, Unwin tilted his head slightly, addressing him first, "Then why back away like a scared dog? I'm sure a man of your, stature, would not tuck-tail and run..." He let the insult slip off his tongue.

He turned his attention to the girl as she spoke, then replied in mocking tone, "Well, I did not kill him, you may check yourself." He move away from the chair slightly, still close enough to grab her if she went to her brothers aid. He needed to catch her soon, and get her and Christof strapped in their horses saddles.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jem realized that she was putting herself in a dangerously close position to Unwin by going to Christof's aid, but she could not bring herself to stay away. She ran to his side and planted herself firmly between him and Unwin while frantically checking his pulse. True to his word, Unwin was correct about Christof being alive and she found the slow pulse quickly. Without turning around or saying a word, her hands found the cord binding his wrists and began to work the knot loose.

 

[LoveThatChick]

"I would not do that if I were you, Jem." Unwin warned her, stepping quickly towards her, reaching forward to place his hand on her shoulder, it was his injured arm that he used.


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Kenrick still thought her answer suspect, but didn't push the issue further, at least not yet.  "You see it anywhere, then?" he asked, looking over the books and randomly pulling them out to check for the journal.  

Fleta started to panic, her eyes wide, going faster and faster as she looked over the books. "It, it's not here, I can not believe it. No, no..." She sat on the edge of the wagon, burying her head in her hands, trying not to cry. She was showing her emotions more then ever, and she refused to cry in front of Kenrick.

 

[Frundette]

Oswin moved the rest of the way to the door, physically blocking the exit, then exchanged a glance with Unwin just as Jem rushed toward her brother. "Not to run, good sir. Only ensuring your quarry cannot," he said smoothly.

In the moment of confusion as Jem was trying to untie her brother, Glenn reached over and picked up the maul. He didn't have any intention on using it... at least not without very good reason.


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Kenrick looked a few moments longer for the journal, but soon came to the same conclusion. Though her reaction certainly seemed to indicate that there was more to her story. "You sure it's just a book for stories for your little brothers?" he asked.

In the corner, Peyton stirred and started to stretch.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta thought for a moment, lifting her head from her hands, she answered, "Glenn and I found something, up at the old mans house, and I need the journal to find out what it means..." She posed before continuing, considering her options, "it's... We found a map, and I need the journal to find what the map leads to." She finest in a rush, not noticing Peyton starting to wake in the corner.

Why is he acting so– not gross? At this point, he should be way past the 'let's chat' point... Fleta thought, wondering what he was playing at...

 

[Frundette]

"A map?" Kenrick said, sitting on the edge of the wagon next to her. "You mean like a treasure map?"

"What's that about a treasure map?" Peyton asked, rising and brushing some of the straw off of himself. He smirked as he looked at Fleta sitting next to Kenrick. "You get your treasure yet, Kenny?"

With his brother awake, Kenrick's body language changed slightly, but noticeably as he leaned in closer to Fleta. "Oh, gettin' there," he said with a smirk of his own. "So scram."

"Not yet," Peyton said, climbing up on the seat of the wagon. "I wanna hear 'bout this treasure map. Let's see it."

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta looked away slightly as Kenrick leaned in, Now that's him, but... Why only when Peyton comes around? Never mind, he was just biding his time... she thought, then narrowed her eyes at Peyton, "I do not have it on me, and it's not a 'treasure map'." She cringed inside, knowing they might think to search her.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

"I would not do that if I were you, Jem." Unwin warned her, stepping quickly towards her, reaching forward to place his hand on her shoulder, it was his injured arm that he used.

"Don't touch me!" Jem's arm whipped towards his and backhanded his bloody wound with the back of her fist, sending a thin splatter against herself and Unwin. She noticed Oswin moving to block the door and quickly began pulling at the knot again. It was tight and held fast, but very slowly she began to work it loose...

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After being jostled around and thrown into an armchair, Christof was beginning to hear voices around him. His finger's twitched and his eyelids fluttered as he began to come to...