*The Verge of War* A Medieval Rp

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Fawn switched the torch to her left hand and moved to help him. "It should open with just a slight push," she said. Sighing irritably when it didn't, she leaned her elbow into it and pushed again. "I don't understand why the builders thought it a good idea to make the doors as camouflaged on the inside as on the outside," she complained.
 
Alfric lent in and put his left shoulder to it. "Good design." He said. "It's to trap people who go snooping around." The handle was beginning to hurt his hand, he gritted his teeth and continued. "If it weren't for you I'd never have found this. I would've died in here."
 
"Don't thank me yet," Fawn said under her breath. "Let's keep going, there must be more doors." She stepped back from the door and walked on ahead a few feet, stopping to wait for him
 
Alfric gave the door one last push, then stepped back and studied it for a moment. "It's a fake. Another security measure." He turned to her for validation. She was nearly completely shrouded in darkness, the torch flickering dimly against her face.
 
"Well that makes absolutely no sense," Fawn frowned. She thought hard, trying to recall anything else that Edmund may have mentioned about the blueprints. She knew that there were several entrances and exits, but of their exact placement she wasn't so sure. She also knew that they wouldn't last forever in here without water soon. And chances of anyone actually finding them was slim.
 
"It makes perfect sense." He said, rubbing his throat. The air definitely felt as though it was getting thinner, but he didn't think it was best to mention it - nor the fact that he was beginning to feel as though he had been buried alive.
(Where is everyone else? :lol:)
 
(The ball, silly :rolleyes: )

Fawn was growing more worried as they progressed through the tunnel. There definitely should of been an exit or two by now, and the torch was going to go out very soon. "Maybe we should just stop and yell," she suggested jokingly.
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Redd swung his leg over the banister and hopped down with ease. Not long after ridding himself of that boy, he had returned to that room to poke around some more out of boredom. When that became utterly boring, he went to wander round the castle. There was a pathetic excuse for a guard throughout. Sir Edmund must not be of the worried type, he thought, otherwise there would of been more rooms with decent locks on them. As it were, Redd was able to pick what locks he wanted and go where he chose. However, he didn't touch anything, just looked.
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Edmund returned inside to attend to his duties as host. After checking on the king and queen and some other highly distinguished guests, he went to look for Fawn for another dance.
 
(I mean the other users :p)
Alfric exhaled sharply, too tired to laugh. "Go ahead." He pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed up his eyes. There had to be a way out, if they just kept going. "Lets go." He said at last, marching past Fawn.
 
( :idunno you tell me)

Fawn didn't follow immediately. Her shoulder had been paining her since they set off, who knew how long ago, and it finally bothered her enough to stop to check. "Here, hold this," she said, holding the torch out to Alfric.
 
Alfric stopped and turned around to face Fawn. He took the blade handle from her and held it out so that he could see her.
"Why?" He asked.
 

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