*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

(oh yes cause it was hard to tell
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...what now. Did she drop something
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Lariah dreamed of Arthur and Edwina and Alena and Gwen that night. All of themwere scorched to the ground by a fire breathing dragon. Its scales were blood red with snakle-like yellow eyes. It had looked her in the eye, then blown a hot gust of fire on her.


Lariah woke up, cold sweat on her foerhead. She breathed heavily and plunked down on her head, sighing.

" Im going back to that forest." Lariah breathed as she drifted into a dreamless sleep...,.
 
Arthur stood guard outside the king's bed chamber, tonight was his shift. All he could think about was the princess. Still lost in though, he almost missed the creaking floorboard around the corner. Drawing his sword, Arthur quietly crept closet the the sound.
 
He guard slowly crept closer to the sound. He peeked around the corner just in time to see someone slip into Princess Lariah's room. He quietly walked towards the door. Who was this person?
 
Lariah woke up and looked around her room. Her skin prickled as she rested her eyes on a corner. A dark, shadowy figure was by her doorway.
" who are you?." Lariah asked shakily, and she tried to grab fro her bow and arrow. It wasn't there. She must of left it in the forest.
" Glad you asked, princess. But ill answer that later." The figure said ina low voice as everything went black for Lariah.
 
(Oooh scary. I guess when Shan gets on in the morn we'll just go back in time a bit for her assassins and Linnet and ole Richy boy and the prince and princess)
 

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