*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

[chickluvinfreak]

( Carzy Chick isn't here now I don't think but yes they are accepting forms, check the first
Page for opening roles)

(Ok, thanks. So if the Knights fight what does everyone else do? Looked like only being the king or queen or siblings to the prince and princess were open.)

 

[Bantambird]

( asking never hurts. And I'm sure there is always room for more guards, knights, support staff. Castles take a staff of hundreds to function if they are big, and then there is the supporting villages providing resources for each one.)

 

[Flock Master64]

( there are different positions open, after a while you can't edit posts so just PM silkie what positions are open, I know we need guards right now. Right now all the royal people are at a ball, not sure what everone else is doing)

 

[silkiecuddles]

( Carzy Chick isn't here now I don't think but yes they are accepting forms, check the first
Page for opening roles)

(Can I join?)

(yes, we'd love to have you join The very first page isn't updated. If you have questions, don't hesitate to Pm me or Crazychicklady7 )

 

[silkiecuddles]

India was now close to the orchard, she could smell the sweet, alcoholic scent of fermented fruit. She flared her nostrils and snorted happily, walking at a leisurely pace toward the nearest tree. The red glow of the sinking sun and the blue glare of the rising moon clashed in the sky, illuminating two figures moving amongst the trees. India stood stock still, her head standing erect and her ears twisting anxiously. She neighed loudly and stomped her hooves.

Daisy suddenly refused to come to Emilee, who waited impatiently with her arms full of apples. "Come on. Daisy, come please!" Emilee whined. She advanced towards the stubborn pony who, after a moment's thought, took off down the rod of trees. She turned sharply to the left and went down the next row. The scent of horse was getting nearer. Daisy finally stopped, wide eyed and snorting, face to face with India.
Emilee followed reluctantly, grumbling all the way.

 

[Flock Master64]

While Azor waited for his partner to returned with a team of medics he help Alfric to a near by village were he could get some sort of medical treatment.

 

[Athaid]

Alfric heard the wagon wheels, the stamping of hooves, the mutterings of men; he saw flashes of black and grey, red and white, all mixed into one feverish dream. He fell in and out of sleep, unable to separate reality from imagination. He called out a few times for someone, murmured a little to himself, and then fell silent, and remained silent for the rest of the journey back to the castle.

India tossed her wild mane and blew a puff of hot air from her nostrils as the small pony approached from the shadows. She followed her with cautious eyes, as black as ink and as curious as a child.

 

[Flock Master64]

Alan walked up to Gwen and bowed, " Enjoying the ball?"

 

[Flock Master64]

A half hour after they got back to the castle Azor walked into the room where Alfric was resting "How are you?"

 

[Athaid]

(Wait, wait, the party is at Alnwick, how did they get through so easily? And so quickly? The time is jumping all over the place )