The Missing Heir RP

(Oh sorry, I thought you were asking others to play them. Just hope right in! Start wherever you want and however you want. You can join our group, join the princess maybe, be a bad guy, whatever!)
 
Aland sat by a fire in the forest. His horse was tied up a tree a few feet away nibbling at the little grass it could reach the saddle straps loosened for its comfort. He had his bag with him digging through it looking for the food he had bought at the last village he had been in.

Isabella was in the town where the diplomat had given his speech and had listened intently. She had went ahead and gotten a room at the inn then put her horses up on the nearby stables. She walked into the inn walking up to the diplomat, she had changed out of her armour and into one of the few dresses she owned. (She's at the same place as Aeron, Karok, and Kira.)

Lia pulled the hood to her cloak over her head heading into the town she lived by. She needed food and game was scarce in the forest at the moment and she couldnt find any plants that she knew weren't poisonous.
 
(Mages?)

The question Aeron asked confused Karok. What is it we need a mage for? Without asking he decided he'd wait and see. Gently, Karok took Aerons arm and tugged the man along after the barmaid. I pray your drunkenness does not make us late for our task next morning...


Aeron didn't resist Karok leading him and they continued to the second floor, where the barmaid showed them her best room. Aeron knew he'd be fine in the morrow, but at this time, he was having some trouble talking, and walking, and seeing for that mater.
 
Once in the room, the Zurian led Aeron to the bed. Not wishing to leave themselves defenseless after Aerons claim as Desdemona, Karok took a spare blanket and sat within a chair facing the door. The inn was warm and Karok was thankful for that. He leaned back and relaxed, just barely falling into sleep.
 
Aeron didn't resist Karok leading him and they continued to the second floor, where the barmaid showed them her best room. Aeron knew he'd be fine in the morrow, but at this time, he was having some trouble talking, and walking, and seeing for that mater.
Kira followed Aeron and Karok up the stairs quietly. She watched Aeron with an amused smile dancing on her lips. She herself had kept to just one cup of the drink since she never drank much.
 
Aland sat by a fire in the forest. His horse was tied up a tree a few feet away nibbling at the little grass it could reach the saddle straps loosened for its comfort. He had his bag with him digging through it looking for the food he had bought at the last village he had been in.

Isabella was in the town where the diplomat had given his speech and had listened intently. She had went ahead and gotten a room at the inn then put her horses up on the nearby stables. She walked into the inn walking up to the diplomat, she had changed out of her armour and into one of the few dresses she owned. (She's at the same place as Aeron, Karok, and Kira.)

Lia pulled the hood to her cloak over her head heading into the town she lived by. She needed food and game was scarce in the forest at the moment and she couldnt find any plants that she knew weren't poisonous.


Isabella had signed the parchment before heading to her room. She didn't get a drink knowing she'd drink to much and pass out in there. She loved drinking but once she started she couldnt stop till she was out like a light. She walked up to her room sitting down on her bed pulling off her soft soled boots and threw them into the corner before sprawling out on the bed closing her eyes.
 
Aeron mumbled something like 'good e'en' to Karok & Kira, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out.

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Oh no, why me, why me... The man thought as he walked up stairs to the second floor, he was a guard of the Diplomat and had been given the task of delivering payment to Desdemona the man slayer, the bringer of death! He reached the door and knocked, scared at what he would find.
 
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A knock at the door jolted Karok awake. Listening intently for just a moment, he drew his sword and moved to the door. He was ready for a fight but, certainly did not welcome one. Quickly, he flung the door open and held the point of his sword towards the awaiting man. "State your intent!"
 

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