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

[LoveThatChick]

"The map, what map? I don't know what you mean!" Fleta said in a shaky voice, knowing she would not be able to get away with this lie, both Peyton and Kenrick knew about the map, and though Kenrick seemed to be leaning to her side of the conflict, she had no faith in him actual doing anything.

 

[Frundette]

"Oh, I think you do. You know, those wounds on the large fellow... Glenn is his name, right?... they look awfully sore and that's sure a lot of blood," Oswin said, showing his sadistic side. "I'm not sure if it will stop on it's own," he said, letting out a small snort. "Of course...all bleeding stops... eventually."

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta swallowed hard, Glenn was bleeding badly, and she couldn't let him die, not for a peace of parchment that, no matter if it lead to riches... riches, that could save her family...

"All right, we, we have it!" She told, voice still shaking, "But we don't... we don't have it with us!" He added, realizing their best bet would be to go with the story she told the brothers, so they couldn't rat her out.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

(Whew, I am finally able to get some internet! I wrote this last night but wasn't able to post it, it doesn't really affect any other characters so I'll just continue this morning like I did manage to post it.)

Once Jem was clear of the inn and outside, she turned away from Christof and looked back at the blocked door. "Chris, we can't just leave them like that." She protested as they half walked, half jogged to the stable to get their horses. "That boy, Glenn, was helping us beat that evil man. The least we can do is return the favor."

Christof didn't stop walking, and only hesitated when Jem raised her voice. "Chris! Please, it isn't right!"

"What do you want me to do?" He finally turned around and threw up his hands, frustrated. "Bust down the door with my bare hands and wrestle the knife away from him before he can slit the girl's throat, all while somehow dealing with those two other boys? Come on Jem, lets get out of here while we have a chance!"

Jem looked at her feet. They had been running for months, and she was tired of it. "No, it isn't right. Whatever trouble they are in, they are no different from us. Wouldn't you have wanted someone to stand up for us while we were in the dirt? Sleeping in slums, starving in caves... hiding." She started to turn back to the inn. "I won't go with you."

"Jem," Christof pleaded, quickly following her. He realized she wasn't going to change her mind. She was stubborn that way. "Okay fine... but we can't go in through the front door. How else can we get into the lobby? The windows are barred too!"

"What about the room windows?" She looked up and pointed with her face towards their second floor room. "I left the window open a little bit, to keep the air cool inside while it rained. I'm sure we could push it open from the outside..."

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

(Now I will write what I would have written this morning!)

Christof stared at her for a second. "The second floor windows? Jem, that's at least twenty feet..."

"Here," she marched around the corner of the inn where a stack of old food crates were leaning up against the wall. "I'm the lightest, if you stand on the crates, and I stand on your shoulders, I think we could reach it!"

"They don't look very sturdy..."

"Neither do you, and I'm going to have to stand on both."

Christof frowned, then cracked a smile. Trust his sister to come up with something crazy like that. "Okay, when you get up, toss my weapons down out of the window. I'll take the man blocking the door, and you come down the stairs. Don't you dare try and take on either of those boys, or that intruder man. They are all evil, and I don't want you to get hurt."

Realizing that Chris wouldn't lift her up if she didn't agree, Jem nodded. "I will be your distraction."

"Wait, one thing first." Christof turned around and looked at the dark colored horse that was tied to a post outside the inn. "That must be that man's horse, the one who followed us here." Although he didn't have a knife to cut the ropes, Christof approached Unwin's horse and untied the rope that was attached to his halter, essentially freeing the animal...

 

[LoveThatChick]

The room wasn't spinning anymore, so Unwin opened his eyes slightly, squinting in the dimly lit common area. Without moving his head, he could see Oswin, holding a knife to a girls throat, but that was about it. He lifted his head off the back of the chair slightly, groaning as the pain in his head grew, and the room spun...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

As quickly and quietly as they could, Jem and Christof stacked the crates about five feet high directly under the window of the room they had been staying in. Any higher, and they would have been too wobbly to stand on, but any lower and Jem wouldn't be able to reach the window. "Ready for this?" Christof was looked rather concerned at the thought of his sister entering the inn again, especially through a second story window.

Jem nodded. "Lets do it... let me stand on your shoulders and I'll see if I can reach it."

From up in the air, the window looked a lot higher than it had from the ground. Christof crouched facing the wall with his hands up to steady Jem as she climbed onto his back. Once she was standing on his shoulders, also facing the wall, he slowly stood up.

"I can feel the window sill with my fingers," Jem's voice was strained as she reached up. "I can't reach any higher, are you sure you're extended all the way?"

Christof grunted a yes, but still tried to straighten a little bit taller and stand on his toes.

"There! I have a good grip," Jem was panting now, partly with the effort of climbing the wall, and partially with fear. "If you push my feet with your hands and give me a boost, I'll be able to climb through."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, hurry though, my fingers hurt!"

Reluctantly Christof lowered his shoulders, leaving her dangling from the window sill for a second. Quickly he grabbed her feet with his hands and began boosting her up higher. With their weight getting so high above the ground, the crates began to sway precariously underneath Christof's feet...

 

[Frundette]

"Well then," Oswin said, dragging Fleta over toward Glenn. When he was close, he released the girl and placed the knife close to Glenn's throat instead. "You had better run and go get it. And I wouldn't dawdle if I were you. It probably won't be long until your friend here starts feeling the effects of the blood loss."

Glenn yanked at the belt binding his hands to the back rung of the chair and it creaked, but held strong.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta stumbled as Oswin released her, turning as the blade was put to Glenn's throat, then saw his ripped pocket where the map had been... "I'll go as fast as I can, it's not that far. Please, please don't hurt him, I promise I'll be back!" She pleaded, unintentionally glancing at Kenrick before quickly moving to the door, not knowing how she was going to fix this...

 

[Frundette]

Oswin smiled, certain he'd have the map in his hands shortly. At last! After waiting years for Calhoun to finally die, Oswin wasn't about to let someone else claim the treasure. But scarcely had the girl reached the door that Oswin began to worry that she wouldn't actually return. He glanced between the brothers, wondering if one of them should be sent with her.

Of the two, Peyton seemed to be willing to take Oswin's coin easily enough. Kenrick... well, he wasn't so sure about that one. And he wasn't sure if he trusted him less to go with Fleta or to stay and help guard Glenn, not certain if the lad would try to free the hulking youth. But he needed to choose quickly. "Kenrick! Go with the girl. Make sure she finds her way back here with the map... quickly."

Kenrick looked surprised to be asked, but only nodded and hurried toward the door after Fleta...

Meanwhile, Peyton eyed Unwin who seemed to be coming around. "Friend of yours?" he asked Oswin.

"A.. ah... potential business colleague," Oswin replied.

"Oh," Peyton said, a thoughtful look on his face. "Hey, you need any help getting this treasure? Kenny and I, well, we could help ya out with somethin' like that!"

Glenn was beginning to feel slight dizzy, but was unable to keep his thoughts to himself any longer. "We found that map fore you even got there! You got no claim on it!"

Oswin nodded to Peyton and smirked at Glenn, "Life lesson, son. It's not meant to be fair."