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

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jem froze around the corner upon hearing of the map. She could feel the pointy edges of the folded paper against her chest from inside the pocket. All this... this fighting and arguing, if not about her and Christof, was about a silly map? What could possibly be so important, or so valuable on an old, dusty map? She stole a peek around the corner to make sure that Unwin wasn't coming up the stairs, and pulled the map out when she seen that the coast was reasonably clear. It was printed on a heavier canvas than most types of ordinary letters, and although it was old and well worn, it was in reasonably good shape and readable. The lines and symbols meant nothing to her, as they hadn't to Fleta or Glenn, but she was about to recognize that it would some kind of treasure map...

 

[LoveThatChick]

The slight sound of unfolding parchment reached Unwin's right ear, which was facing the stairs, and grinning, he pulled a knife from his belt. He looked to Oswin, hoping to catch his eye, and motioned that there was someone upstairs. Not waiting to see if Oswin understood or even saw, he began, as quietly as he could, up the stairs...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Still listening for movement downstairs while she read, Jem heard the sound of Unwin's footsteps resuming up the stairs almost immediately. As her room was only a couple doors down from the stairs, she slowly 'tip toed' towards it and slipped inside. Realizing that her nightgown was still on the bed, she grabbed it quickly and retreated into the closet beside the half open door.

 

[Frundette]

Oswin was so busy searching the floor for the map, that he almost missed Unwin's signal that someone was upstairs, but did see it. Red-faced, he returned to his feet and glanced quickly at Unwin creeping up the stairs, then glared toward Fleta and Kenrick. "Find it! Now!"

Glenn had ceased struggling against the belt binding his hands and his head was beginning to droop toward his chest.

 

[LoveThatChick]

At Oswin's wards, Fleta dropped to her knees and began search for the map across the wooden floor. Glenn did not look good at all, he had lost so much blood, and she was now worried that he might not live till morning if they didn't get the map to Oswin, and fast...

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Unwin reached the top of the stairs, instantly saw the half open door, and began towards it, thoughts of malice showing in a sneer that turned his handsome features ugly. With knife in hand, ready to strike, he placed the other hand on the door, intending to fling it open.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jem heard Unwin pause just outside the door. She was frightened, but remained calm and waited. The knife was firmly in her hand, poised just inside the closet door. When he threw open the door he would see an ordinary looking room with two suitcases open at the foot of a single bed. If he opened the closet, she was ready with the knife to jump him the moment he grabbed the handle.

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Still sneaking around the outside of the inn, Christof returned to the door after finding no other way into the common room. Through the gap around the hinges he spotted Unwin slinking up the stairs and realized that they must have caught some sign of Jem's presence on the second floor. Oswin looked angry and distracted while yelling at the girl, and he crouched just out of sight, debating whether or not he should try and surprise the heavyset man from behind.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin flung the door open, and stepped into the room, it had changed, he noted, the suitcases had been closed the last time he had been in there. Someone had been in the room, and as he looked to the closet, he suspected they were still... He moved towards extremely slowly, barely making a sound as he moved to the side of it, so that when opened, he'd be behind the door. Once in position, he placed his free hand on the doors handle, and pulled it open...

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Fleta was panicking, the map was not anywhere on the floor, "Sir, it is not here..." She said in a wavering voice as she tried not look at anyone in the room.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jem could see Unwin barely through the tiny crack that the closed door made with the doorframe. She braced herself against the back of the wall as the handle turned open, counting to three in her head. On three, she burst from the small room and threw herself against the door with a couple strides of a running start from the back of the closet. She wanted it to slam into him, and stun him for a couple seconds--just long enough for her to get around the door with the knife to wound him.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin threw up his hand to stop the door, the force of it vibrated up his arm, but he was prepared for her attack. He quickly blocked her knife with his own and lunged for her, intending to nock the knife from her hand, and pin her to the floor...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jem dodged to the right and ducked under his arm, staying light on her feet. It helped that she was wearing light clothing and still didn't have any shoes on. "Monster!" She hissed through her teeth, swiping with the knife to catch him as he flew past her.