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Post by Alice Lurain on Dec 24, 2010 19:22:17 GMT -5
Alice sat on the forest floor hugging her knees. She had been gone for a long time, and when she'd returned Caspian was with Kyril. It broke her heart. She had thought they were in love, but apparently it was one sided. She sighed. It had to have been because she was gone for so long, and she didn't really blame him. But that didn't mean that it didn't hurt her any less. She sniffled and stared at the forest floor. She missed Caspian horribly, and didn't think she'd ever fall in love again. She was a woman scorned, but to sweet and kind to do anything about it. She closed her eyes and let herself cry, something she rarely did. She just wanted to curl up and dissapear.
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Post by James Abbott on Dec 25, 2010 9:07:20 GMT -5
James had been in Narnia his entire life, and yet he had only seen pain and suffering. No matter how they may try, people just are unable to be happy with one another. Thus bringing the foundation of any civil relationship to extinction it seems, but this could be a chance a shot at changing the outcome of the present that men have made. James is walking in the woods, his sword by his side, he is dressed in his armor, his glowing blonde hair shimmering in the sun as he walked. He came across a woman who appeared to be crying and walked over to her. He went down on one knee in front of her and started to speak.
James: Excuse me miss, but you seem depressed and I was wondering if I could be of any assistance?
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Post by Morgaine Aleysena on Dec 25, 2010 17:27:35 GMT -5
Morgaine watched her home go up in flames, tears rolling down her cheek. She stood behind a tree as she watched one of the masked men throw her husband’s body into the flames. She felt a new set of tears roll down her cheeks. She was truly alone now with this. She placed a hand upon her stomach, which was showing that she was three months pregnant. She was truly alone in this now, she felt slightly lost without Klaus.
“Where’d the girl go? I bet we could get some good money off of her.” Their leader asked the other two.
“She ran that way.” One said.
Terrified, the young girl ran through the forest as fast as possible. Her clothing was slightly shredded, she had Klaus’s blood on the front of her shirt. Her face as a few scratches from running through the trees and other various injuries on her body. She looked back, seeing that whoever was chasing her had either stopped or taken a different path than she had. She leaned against a tree, her hand placed upon her bleeding side. Morgaine slid to the ground, feeling light-headed. She panted, her breathing heavy as she looked around. She heard a voice come from the bushes behind her.
Not wanting a repeat of what had just happened, she shakily drew he sword, ready to attack whoever this person was. Even feeling as weak as she was right then, she knew she had to protect herself, no matter what the cost. “W-Whose there?!” she said, trying to sound as fierce as possible. |
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Post by Kyril on Jan 3, 2011 12:08:40 GMT -5
Kyril lowered her bow and looked wearily around the clearing. "Narnia 14, Bandits 0," she muttered to herself, double checking to see that none of her own had been killed. Patrise, her second in command, walked over to her and nodded in a sketchy salute. "All men accounted for, Milady," he told her, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Patrise. Have the men salvage what weaponry may be of any use and burn the rest. It's more than they deserve, but certainly no better than what they did to these poor villagers." He nodded and turned away to carry out her orders. Caspian, she knew, would be appalled at learning of this latest attack. For a country at peace, Kyril mused, we sure spend a lot of time dealing with this sort of thing.
She noticed a trail of blood that didn't seem to belong to any of the recently deceased leading off into the forest. She gestured to Patrise and he fell into step beside her as she followed the trail. Half a mile or so inward they heard a woman's voice, and she held up her hand, signaling him to stop. The voice sounded weary but determined. She slung her bow over her shoulder and drew her sword.
"Have no fear," she called out in reply, "if you are a friend of Narnia we are here to help." She didn't bother adding that if whoever this woman was happened not to be a friend of Narnia then she was going to be as dead as the bandits in the village behind her. She took the final few steps that brought her within view of a woman in torn and bloodstained clothing, looking as if she barely had enough strength to bear the sword she held.
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