{~Eternal Conflict~} RP Thread

Mytha sighed at her dishes of work in the palace of Mordrivale. She was tired and left. She knew she would be beaten and punished. She left the palace, walking pass the guards and into the village.

Woran loosened his sword from it's sheath, and brought it up this chest. The sharp, metal tip stared at the bottom of his mask, and his hands gripped the golden hilt. His soldiers did the same, and soon the loud trod of a horse filled the corridor.
Soon enough, the source of the sound revealed itself. A Mordrivale viceroy sat atop a majestic white horse, it's bright mane swaying side to side with every step. Woran noticed his men straighten as the viceroy glared at them, though Woran did no such thing. He wouldn't dare bow to such a low-class idiot. The viceroy was despised in the castle, and was only accepted as a gift for his large banquets, which the Mordrivale royal family, and Woran, attended.
And Woran and his men were to protect the royal family, not some viceroy.

Marina had settled down in a tree in the poorest part of the city. She didn't dare steal from anyone except the wealthy. The wealthy have more to lose than the poor, after all.

((i did, but it appears i am confused, make my last post void im coming for her))

Renegade was on a horse, he would chase Carnem down, the kingdoms had spilled blood, he was here to spill more

((i wont kill her, or even harm her, youll see))

Marina climbed out of her old tree and started running across the roofs to get to a new one. She had already gotten bored watching the scene.

Fairon walked through the village, observing the place that was once his home. Many of the families here were robbed, it disguisted him. There is a war between two kingdoms, but there is also a war within them. He thought.

((okai i'll just confront your character directly then))

Renegade, jumped down from his vantage point, the guards immediately pointed their swords at him, he put his hands up and dropped his spear "The Renegade wishes to speak to Carnem" he shouted

Marina observed her surroundings. She was in the poorer part of the city. Children were running around, women were trying to haggle with storekeepers for items. She wondered about the wealthy families she hadn't stolen from yet. Probably put on high security. She was a celebrity, after all.

((oh pfft, thanks, and can i kill the soldiers?))

((i am.... LukeBaxter77!, and Crier?, i was going to kill the soldiers but if you dont want me to just say))

Renegade flipped his ridged spear from its sheath on his back he stabbed it into the ground, he could go in stealthy, or all spears blazing

Marina burped from the high branch of a tree. She had just stolen a hefty amount of food from a villa some distance away from her tree. The chef on watch had been surprisingly easy to get away from, even though he had an impressive cleaver.

((nope! Last guess!))

((nope, Guess again))

Renegade watched Carnem and her 'finest soldiers', he needed to get rid of these soldiers in order to address her

((Nron, can you give me a location of where your character is? So like in a field, in a building, my character MUST KNOW!))

Carnem was in the midst of sparring with three of her finest soldiers when the news arrived. The courier, having just ran up several flights of stairs and several miles of foothills, was understandably incomprehensible. Carnem was not bothered in the least, continuing to spar with her men until all three were on the ground collecting themselves and their weapons. With a small huff, she stepped up from the sparring arena and approached the wheezing courier, settling her mock weapon aside and reaching for a waterskin.

Eventually the courier was able to regain his breath and inform Carnem that a band of outlaws had been spotted near one of their border towns. Carnem's father wanted her to make her way there to deal with the problem even though there were hardly three dozen of the outlaws. Carnem sighed. Her father seemed to be giving away all the menial tasks to her these days, despite her company being one of the most successful.

It took Carnem less than an hour to bathe, don her armor, and head out from the castle. She only took with her a single man, a crier of sorts who was well known for his loud and echoing voice. On her way past the last gatehouse of the castle Carnem thought she spied a shadow under a tree flicker. A smile spread across her lips as she rode out. They would reach the outlaws and their supposed camp within two days.

Carnem's personal servant would probably get their several hours ahead of them.