2009-04-20 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (will make post when I get home)

2009-04-20 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (...GAH what kind of mideval RP?)

2009-04-20 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (Gah...Well like..What setting? In a city? What?)

2009-04-20 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Vareladaine woke in her bedroll at the crack of don as per-usual. She streached and stood, changing her cloths to her regular garb, her pants loose, her chest clad with only a brazier type artical of clothing. She began to don her bracelets. Ten on each wrist, all with symbolic meening She then began to don her neckalces, 5 total, the longest hanging down to her navel. She didnt have to worry about putting in her earings, she never took them out. Also she had a metal ring through the side of her bottom lip. That too--never came out. Her clothing was the color of the element of which she weilded. Fire. Everything an assortment of reds, yellows and oranges.

2009-04-21 [Lyoko~Freasion]: As the sunlight crested over the mountain, Fredrick awoke, drenched in sweat, his forehead throbbing and burning. To others it appeared as if he was a town drunk, waking up with a most terrible hangover, yet this man hadn't touched the drink in over 2 years... rubbing his temples he stepped out of his hut in the village, his white tattered robes flowing in the cool morning breeze, black hair waving slightly. His cool blue eyes reflected in the sunlight as he stood there, taking in the all too familiar sight that was the village, it's people having already been up for some time, preparing for the day.

2009-04-21 [Raver]: An armored individual approached the brink of a cliff overlooking a village surrounded by plains and slight forested patches. The village, from this standpoint, seemed inactive compared to the bustling life of city halls and castle walls. The knight raised the helmet's visor in an attempt to get a better view. A few smokestacks could be seen breathing combusted matter into the air, probably for sake of cooking or blacksmithing.

The armor-clad noble took off the ornate, winged great helm, revealing a face too delicate for a man. The sun's radiance shown upon the pale face of the knight, which seemed to exude light right back. High cheekbones were countered by a strong, angular jaw that was not broad and wide yet not sunken and feminine. The noble's nose seemed to know the direction of its master's course, pointing straight into the open land but did not draw too much attention to itself by maintaining a relatively-humble size. The sapphire, seemingly-crystalline eyes of the knight squinted, shielding themselves from the harsh light, despite being seemingly sunken into their respective sockets. The gentle breeze ran her fingers through the knight's feathery, wheat-colored hair that seemed to neglect a proper style and instead reflected the tossing and turnings of a pillow's rest the night before. The armor, while in no way unique in functional design from another knight's equipment, showcased a fine luster that would almost be described as platinum, but any fool knows platinum is not a metal of war, but of luxury.

The lavishly-armored knight stood at the cliff's end, arms folded, and stared at the rural village coldly.

2009-04-21 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The caravan had arrived at the town late the night before, and stopped to rest for the night. The caravan set itself up about a half mile from the village so that their loudness and foul language would not disturb the peaceful little town. Vareladaine heaved a heavy sigh and rubbed her face, her stomach growling softly. She looked down at it then ran a hand through her cut-short, fiery red hair, her jade eyes searching her quarters for any scrap of food that she might have had. Sadly they rested upon an empty sack of burlap that use to house bread. She then turned and searched a small chest for a tiny little pouch that only held three coins of bronze. Hopefully she could get a bite with that. She opened the door to her carriage and stepped down the three small steps. There were only a few of their caravan out and about, stoking the fire in the middle of the semicircle, and chatting idily with one another. Most of the other preformers didnt wake till closer to their preformance time. Vareladaine's jade eyes searched slowly and landed on a white horse, standing near the hill the knight was perched on. She lifted a small pendant ocarina from her neck and with one hand played a small high pitched tune. The horse' head raised from the grass in which it had been eating, ears pointing towards the maker of the sound before its tail swished and it reared some, before taking off at a gallop towards the maker of the noise, tail raised high, its hooves pounding the ground with the force of 10,000 of its kind. The horse was of the Arabian breed, a stallion. Within seconds, the horse was nearing the caravan, preforming small leaps to get over piles of wood or even the ocational sleeping gypsie. Its feathered hooves planted themselves only inches from the feet of the caller, dust flying as they skid slightly in the dirt, sending chunks of the earth and grass flying. A small smile crept over the caller's face as she lifted a deeply tanned hand, placing it on the bright white of the stallion's neck, the colors clashing beautifully.
"Morning Albinus.." Came the whispered words from her lips, voice of velvet. Her lips then pressed softly to the nose of the Stallion, who let out a large breath of air as if to reply. Vareladaine smiled and entwined her fingers into the long, uncut mane of the stallion, the white only intereupted by the red orange and yellow beads placed in various spots throughout. Her hand gripped softly and she hauled herself up onto the 19 hand tall stallion's back.
"Lets go get some breakfast." She said softly into his ear before, using leg cues, she started the stallion off towards the village at a slow trot, almost a prance. She was in no hurry. Vareladaine saw her cousin ahead of them as they started to leave the semicircle and gave a small smile. She tapped the great Stallion into a small canter and he did a hop over the sleeping cousin, landing with great force on the other side. The rider turned the stallion who stamped his feet hard on the ground in annoyance with the stopping--He liked to move.
"Good morning, Anastasia." She spoke, a quiet laugh escaping her. She liked to spook her cousin awake, it turned out to be funny half the time, after all, she was the one most commonly having to get her up in the first place-- for her act was right after Anastasia's and she didnt want to be late for her own because Anastasia's act ran to long. Rushing a dancer of fire was never a good idea. Things would burn.

2009-04-21 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "Well, for one, Anastasia, you need a bath, and two, I'm going to the village to get some food. If I can get anything for the little coin I have, I'll bring you back some, okay?" Though Vareladaine had a bad habit of waking up her cousin in rude ways, she was still very nice to her. She turned her large horse and tapped his sides with her bare feet, he, starting once more at a trot towards the small village, some of the older villagers watching her with wary eyes, and some of the children fascinated by the giant white stallion that approached with such grace, yet such power. When she neared the town she slowed Albinus to a walk, looking for anyone that might seem to be a salesperson. She stopped in front of a woman carrying a basket of veggies, bread and dried meats. "Excuse me, Ma'am?" She asked quietly, sliding from the horse's back, she smiled kindly at the woman. "Might you be selling any of that?" She asked. The woman looked at the basket and then at the hungry performer in front of her and gave a slight nod. "Aye, I am." She said in reply. "Might a few bronze coins buy me a bite?" Came the quiet, embarrassing question. "Only a few bronze coins?" The saleswoman tilted her head. "But you are performers, you should have plenty of coin." Vareladaine lowered her head slightly "Aye, but we are traveling performers...Our money is spent a lot on food as we travel..." A quiet sigh was heard from the saleswoman. "I suppose a few gold coins could get you a bite." The woman said, trading Vareladaine half a head of lettuce, a fair size chunk of dried meat, and a small loaf of bread. "Earthmother's blessings to you, Ma'am." Came the soft words from the gypsies lips before she wrapped the goods up in a small burlap bag and hopped back up on her steed, taking of back for the caravan once more, holding the food close to herself so as not to drop it.

2009-04-21 [Raver]: Small, seemingly spontaneous bouts of commotion went on through the village. The knight raised an eyebrow, denoting his quizzical nature. The sound of hooves lightly greeting the earth inched towards the noble in, what his ears considered, a non-threatening manner.

"Pardon my impatience, Sir Gerhardt, but are you finished observing?" a proper and gruff voice called out from behind, presumably from where the hoof-steps stopped. Gerhardt, the luminous knight, stepped back with his left leg, clad in chain mail and shimmering greaves, to face the voice.

"Indeed, this village is the one," Gerhardt replied, his voice bass and assertive while still preserving an essence of youth. The man, a mounted knight, wore similar armor to Gerhardt's, though it lacked the same luster. Gerhardt walked onward past the cavalryman he briefly spoke with into a band of similarly-dressed chevaliers. A lone horse, black as polished onyx and adorned with battle armor, remained in the center of the band. The luminous knight approached the horse and leapt upon it with haste.

"Hear me now, men!" Gerhardt demanded with authority, "Our blessed King Matthias III never tolerates acts of rebellion and rabble-rousing." Gerhardt, now mounted on his intimidating steed, moved slowly among his men, weaving in and out to ensure everyone's eyes fell on him. He continued firecely, "Our ever-vigilant 'outside eyes' believe this village harbors a band of gypsies. As we all know, gypsies are known for many a deviant thing, and paying taxes is never one of their priorities." Coarse laughter and crude jests broke out among some of the chevaliers; Gerhardt resumed his monologue, "We are to march down to that village, speak with its elder, and see if the village will comply in giving us the gypsies. If God wills it, no bloodshed will occur, but do not forget your sword's place in your sheathes should resistance be met. Godspeed, sirs!"

Cries and haughty cheers erupted as the band of soldiers galloped down and around the hill towards the village. The roaring of earthquakes could be drowned out by the barreling of the cavaliers. Gerhardt's eyes now seemed of piercing steel as he and his determined band raced to their destination.

2009-04-21 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Always the listener of their caravan, Vareladaine's head turned, hearing the thunder of hoof beats and her brow furrowed. Her stomach knotted with worry. Her tongue clicked and Albinus took off towards the encampment at a gallop. Vareladaine was worried that they might be in trouble. She had to tell her uncle.

2009-04-21 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: [I must depart]

2009-04-21 [Princess Zelda]: [Yeah, I'll post again tonight.]

2009-04-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Vareladaine hooked her home to the harnis now attached to Ablinus who could pull the entire thing--faster then the entire caravan-- by himself. He was a powerhouse. Vareladane went to check with Yochoved to make sure everyone was there "We have everyone?" She asked franticly

2009-04-22 [Princess Zelda]: Yochoved shook her head violently. "Anastasia is missing! My baby is missing!" Denali tried to calm her down while swearing to himself. Jacques then tucked his thumb into his mouth and ran off to search for his elder sister. Nephaniel joined him, being his cousin and closer to him in age. The boys were rarely seperated.

2009-04-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "Boys!" Vareladaine called after them, following them "Dont be wandering off!" She jogged closer to them

2009-04-22 [Raver]: Hooves that dashed through the forest and hills now came to a slight gallop as the band of knights approached the village. Gerhardt's horse was at the lead of the arrow formation, naturally. The luminous knight held out his hand, signaling for the following knights to halt.

Gerhardt drew closer to he village on his own, as to not scare the villagers more than necessary. He slowly rode through the main worn road of the village, taking in everything and making mental notes. He was always prepared for the worst, which had a negative side-effect on his social skills.

"Greetings from the Good King," Gerhardt announced with a superficially cheery disposition, "We are the Shining Cross Chevaliers of the Palatina Kingdom ruled by his Majesty, King Matthias III." Most of the villagers in earshot were not as much interested in hearing the knight as they were avoiding him. Soldiers, especially high-ranking ones, were not well-liked by any countryfolk in the kingdom.

Gerhardt watched the villagers from his peripherals, as motion was easier to detect that way. He cleared his throat and continued, "We are not here to cause trouble or interrupt your lives. We Chevaliers know that you all work hard and are the backbone of our kingdom." Flattery was always the easiest way to break the ice.

"However, there have been reports that a caravan of folk are staying in your humble village," he explained with a note of false concern, "Performing caravans are not illegal and are highly appreciated as a source of entertainment, but they too must pay taxes. Rumor has it the particular troupe resting in your village has not paid anything to our glorious Kingdom of Palatina." Gerhardt felt the tension rise after that sentence; the hairs of the back of his neck stood at full-attention.

He stopped his horse and dismounted it, tying it to a nearby post. He approached a few of the villagers on foot, but they seemed to have no interest in talking to him. Gerhardt explained, "If any kind sir or ma'am would gladly alert the village elder and bring him here or deliver me to him, I'd be much obliged." His right hand playfully tapped the pommel of his sheathed sword, which displayed a slight sense of impatience.

2009-04-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: An elderly man slowly skitered his way from a home, using a walking stick, a young man escorting him the man's blind eyes drifting around slowly. "Who comes into the village?" he asked the boy who spoke to him quietly and the man nodded before his eyes shifted up towards the knight. "The caravan does not stay in the village" He spoke hoarsely to the knight. "They come in for food and thats it... Be gone!" The man was known to not be a fan of soldiers.

2009-04-22 [Raver]: Gerhardt nodded lightly and bit his lower lip in chagrin. He looked back up with wide eyes and an open mouth, then reset his disposition with heavy breath. Again, he rapped upon his sword's pommel.

"So you admit they were here at one point in time recently?" Gerhardt countered. He carried on, cutting off any attempt at a reply, "Troupes do not operate that way, sir. They have money to make, and while I don't doubt they swindled food and supplies from you as well, I guarantee they wanted more than just your hospitality. So, in your best interests, I would advise you to come clean should you be harboring these individuals."

Gerhardt flicked his sword's hilt lightly, "I'm sure you are aware of this, being the eldest and wisest of this village, that it is a criminal offense to lie to a commanding knight's face. And, as just an innocent reminder, I do have a squad of knights outside your village's mainway. I'd rather not need them to conduct a search to ensure you're telling me the truth. I'm sure you understand."

He smirked, a hint of teeth showing in the corners of his mouth.

2009-04-22 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: "There are none harbored here for god's sake!" The man turned, limping towards the knight. "Challenge me as you wish, they are around the village not in it! They only come in for food!" He started to cough hard and the young man tried to help him, holding him up as he swayed.

2009-04-22 [Raver]: "I tried reasoning with you, but clearly we cannot come to an agreement, " Gerhardt muttered in a disappointed voice. He unfastened the scabbard from his belt and held it up. He threateningly stamped it against the ground three times. At once, his cavalrymen entered into the village and surrounded him.

"Lucius, take your men and search the village thoroughly. Leave no stone unturned!" Gerhardt roared commandingly, "Maxwell, take your men and search the surrounding forested areas. Our courteous hosts here may have been buying time for the cretins. Numan, take post at the previous cliff. See if you can spot anything from that vantage point."

The men scattered upon their orders. Knights and horses ran through the streets. Huts and homes were forced open and scanned. Freedoms were trampled upon, but kings have priorities and freedom is never high on the list.

Gerhardt withdrew his sword, a relatively simple double-edged broadsword, and gripped it tightly in his right hand. "Old man, I will ask you once again: where are the gypsies?"

2009-04-22 [Raver]: (And with that, I'm out for the night. Got a paper to work on.)

2009-04-22 [Princess Zelda]: (Alright. No more roleplaying until everyone is finished doing what they need to. =______=)

2009-04-22 [Princess Zelda]: {For the love of God... Will someone please post?}

2009-04-23 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: Vareladaine stayed behind, letting Albinus stay in the feild, she crept towards the village, being careful to step silently.

The old man's eyes narrowed as the blind eyes drifted over the knight, his face showing the anger, his villagers screaming, the women and children running to the small church for sanctuary.
"I told you, you incompetent fool! THEY DO NOT STAY IN MY VILLAGE! But then again, you are to stupid to actually listen to anything I say, your hearing everything you want to hear so you then have the right to cut me down. Well since you wont listen to a word I have to say, be my guest, cut me down. I only hope that the Earth Mother shall spite you and curse any of your journeys in the future, for I have been truthful to you in all ways." The man muttered. "I have been a devoted follower of her and of the King, and you come in here and ruin my village like any other idiotic Knight the king sends." He turned and began to limp away, towards the church.

2009-04-23 [Raver]: "Pity your village has such insufferable baggage as yourself for an elder," Gerhardt mocked, shaking his head in false sympathy, "My blade will not be tarnished by your plebeian blood. I do not slay insubordinate peasants; they pay taxes. Thus, you all pay my upkeep. If anything, I've given your lives significance."

Gerhardt turned his back on the elder and slowly ambled a few steps away. He paused and remarked with a grin, "Of course, I could always burn the village down. Forest fires are not uncommon and your village is fair distance away from any meaningful town or city. All you have to do is present the gypsies to me to prevent this tragedy." He was bluffing, of course, as he had not brought any torches with him, but no one could really tell and he did have plenty of men with him. Besides, the threat has proven useful in the past.

2009-04-23 [Princess Zelda]: Anastasia was furious. She was not about to let the man further the damage already caused. Gathering the small bit of courage she had left, she stepped out of her hiding place. "If you know what's good for you little knight, I'd advise you to let them be." The stubborn Romani twirled, clearly taunting. "I'm the most vicious gypsy of all."

2009-04-23 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: A rock let fly form the Elder's frail hand and clacked the Knight in the back of the head. "Foolish boy." He muttered before continuing towards the church.

Vareladaine's eyes widened, seeing her cousin. She did several front flips and landed next to her with ease. "You wanted Gypsies? Here you go you foolish Knight." Her hands twirled blades that slid over her knuckles, the blades sharp, being serrated , they held an oil in the grooves--if she scraped them on stone they would spark and become ablaze--but the knight didnt know that.

2009-04-23 [Raver]: The knight laughed —cackled, even.

He turned back around and condescendingly asked, "Now, that was fairly easy, was it not?" Gerhardt looked at the new addictions to the fray. Two little girls, the luminous knight thought, This is another diversion.

Gerhardt raised his sword into the air and twirled it slightly so as to reflect the sun's rays. The reflection was a signal for his comrades, specifically the ones who were to retake the cliff. He felt no need to have the vantage point as the gypsy presence was now confirmed and there was already a unit searching the forest.

"Lucius, assemble your men!" Gerhardt barked in no particular direction, "Your priority is to capture these two gypsies, preferably alive!" The nearby soldiers echoed his call to regroup and capture the gypsies. The wheat-haired knight brought his sword back down and faces the dagger-wielding girl.

"I would suggest laying down your weapons; my swordplay and hand-to-hand knowledge makes it merely an exercise in recollection to neutralize one such as yourself," Gerhardt boasted with overt audacity. He was buying time —time for this soldiers to regroup. Strength in numbers, after all.

2009-04-23 [Princess Zelda]: She didn't need to hear another word, Vareladaine was very strong. Anastasia giggled, leaving her cousin to fend for herself as she performed a series of handsprings towards a nearby wagon. Using a shovel that had been left aside, she severed the ropes that kept three wiggling dogs in place. As they took off snarling, she used the oppurtunity to make an escape by moving the wagon towards the slope that led to a nearby creek. Moments later, she had made it over the side. "Come and catch me, pigs!" 

2009-04-23 [Princess Zelda]: Although it had been her intention to lure the men down there before she ran off again, her loud escape made things even more difficult. Reaching the village again from a different angle was a priority, but with no weapon it would be useless. She would only get both her cousin and herself captured. "You're starting to irritate me, little knight," she whispered softly.     

2009-04-23 [death how i long to embrace you]: (Ohhhh I Wanna Be in this)

2009-04-23 [Princess Zelda]: {Fantastic! Message me with your character info, and I'll give you the summary. :3}

2009-04-23 [death how i long to embrace you]: Kellen moved along the edge of the forest and he knew that this was not a place he had been before, he also knew that there was a battle somewhere around him. He could taste the blood in the air almost and in the distance he saw someone running towards him for he had left the forest and was now in the tall grass and he was looking around for someone that he could ask some questions to. He was walking around while holding onto his staff and using it as a walking stick.((Sorry I suck right now I need to work of some of the rust.))

2009-04-23 [Princess Zelda]: {Don't worry, you're doing just fine. I'm lucky to have a late-night rp buddy! ^_^}

2009-04-23 [death how i long to embrace you]: {Alrighty then well I posted in a way to where you could post to me I guess}

2009-04-23 [Princess Zelda]: Alot of ground had been covered. Anastasia crouched at the sound of approaching footsteps- her thick, curly hair now a mess of twigs and leaves, she also noticed that her skin was covered in tiny cuts and scrapes. Unable to tell if it was one of the knight's men, she jumped out of the grass to attempt to tackle and interrogate whoever it was. 

2009-04-23 [death how i long to embrace you]: Kellen heard the footsteps of someone close by and knew that they where trying to hide. He was not to sure what there intent was so he went into defensive mode and held the staff with both hands as he moved along. He was a bit surprised when he saw a girl flying toward him and all he could do was get the staff between him and her as he went flying back on the ground and held her at bay with the staff.

2009-04-23 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: The fire dancer smiled wickedly at the knight, listening to her cousin's escape her hand lifted the ocarina to her lips and a loud screach let out from it, able to make most hold their heads in pain. Her great stallions head lifted and he bolted towards the village, bursting from the trees, leaping over a small group of knights he landed infront of his master whom leapt onto his back, tapping his sides, the stallion took off back through the trees, hooves pounding

2009-04-24 [Princess Zelda]: Anastasia drew back her arm. "Your name," she demanded between clenched teeth. It definitely wasn't one of the knight's men, but she wasn't about to throw her trust on the line.

2009-04-24 [death how i long to embrace you]: Kellen held the staff with one arm and it was steady and keeping her back and at bay. His other hand was at his side fist clenched at a blade that if provoked would come out like a snake. "Kellen, what gives you the right to attack random travelers?"

2009-04-25 [Synn]: With a disgruntled yawn the pallid figure rubbed the crust of sleep from his deep set eyes. Being careful not to fall from his precarious makeshift hovel near the top of the canopy, he hastily shook the haze from his mind and quickly surveyed the surrounding forest which had abrubtly become a boisterous place. Travelers with no protection were unwise to sleep on the forest floor as wild beasts and petty thieves found such folk easy prey. Spotting the cause of the odious disturbances, the man quickly realized he had several venues which to investigate. Pulling back his ghastly white locks, he quickly tied a ponytail and tucked it into the back of his verdant green travelers robes. Smiling an almost unnatural paper-thin smile, he lifted the cowl above his head and shrouded his facade once more, yet even from the shade of the cowl, one could still see a glimmer of light sparkling off a pair of sickly green eyes. Tying his pack and assorted goods to his waist he threw the cloak around him so that it concealed the rest of his visage, grabbed the small ornate wooden lute and flung himself from the perch to the forest floor below. Muttering in a half-bemused whisper to himself, "Well shall we get ourselves a little better acquainted with our rebellious friends?" As he walked towards the direction of one of many commotions, a faint sound that could have been mistaken for a rustle upon the wind seemed to respond, "yes....lets...."

2009-04-26 [Princess Zelda]: {Alright, Eryn or Doug... post. Now.}

2009-04-26 [death how i long to embrace you]: {{ Some one...please....gahhhhh }}

2009-04-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: ( iahvnt been on in several days AAAAANNNNDD i have to wait for frekaing Dough and I dont even know whats going on you jerks... ><)

2009-04-27 [Princess Zelda]: {HIS NAME ISN'T DOUGH. Lolololololol. Um, you two are supposed to fight or something. You've just been standing there.}

2009-04-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (Tell him to make a post. I did one and I'm waiting on him -.-)

2009-04-27 [Lyoko~Freasion]: (Ill be posting tonight... just got back from a business trip and am short on time at the moment... sorry guys.)

2009-04-27 [Princess Zelda]: {Lolololol, it's okay Lyoko. I'm so glad you still want to participate!}

2009-04-27 [Wolfe In Chef's Clothing]: (WHAT ABOUT DOUGLASS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?? GRRR)

2009-04-27 [Princess Zelda]: {I'll talk to him, dahling. PATIENCE.}