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Dec 2 2017, 04:52 PM


A Fool's Errand // Completed
tag --> Lucaen Harlaw
Riverlands

♦♦♦ The Harvest Feast Event ♦♦♦
The Harvest Feast of 50 AC invited every highborn to the festivities within the Red Keep for 7 days. Emile's Parents attended, though after consuming a slow-acting poison, never returned home and died on the roads while accompanied by their guards and close servants.

Equivalent Exchange
tag --> Viviana Lannister
The Reach - Oldtown

Innocent Until Proven Guilty
tag --> Jaslin Krey
Raven

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<span style="font-size: 10px">Age: XX // FC: Open // Gender: Male/Female</span></td></tr>

<tr><td valign="top" style="padding: 14px; font-size: 12px;"><b>Background</b> /// Emile and his party were on the road to the Red Keep when he came across a group of bandits that had raided a caravan. Emile, in an act of kind stupidity, set fire to the caravan so the merchants could escape and drew ire to themselves. When they finally chose to fight, Emile picked up a bow and then tried to support the King's guard (Lucaen) that had come to help them, making several mistakes and accidentally shooting his own men. Now he's haunted by the incident and wants someone who can train him in archery and probably combat as well.

<b>Notes</b> /// At this moment, I have few preferences as for whom this individual should be and I'm open to suggestions. Perhaps as time goes on, the two of them could develop a bond of a sort and become good friends. I'm hoping to take Emile down a bit of a darker path so this individual could also happen to turn out to be a corrupting influence on him or they could want something more in return. Hit me with any ideas and I'll consider them.

<b>Abilities</b> /// Probably best suited would be combat-oriented traits (Master-at-Arms, Lightning Quick, Precise, etc)

<b>Face Claim</b> /// No Preference (Open)</td></tr></table></div></div>
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Oct 29 2017, 05:09 PM
A Thread of Fate
"When the darkness reaches forth, it always plucks the brightest plumb."



@Anyone: Probably not the best starter, but I need a chance to hopefully get something rolling if anyone is up for it.

It was a crisp, sunny day in the port of Oldtown. The merchants, seamen, and townsfolk all went about their usual bustle under the gazing eyes of patrolling watchmen strolling along the ports and throughout the market. Quite a peaceful scene, one that some took for granted and others went about in their bliss and ignorance.

From the lighthouse, he had traveled lightly after breakfast, heading down towards the market with a sack full of poultice herbs and other goodies for sale. He passed by a few stalls and inns, wandering by on his horse and making periodic and private remarks about some of them. Though he rarely showed himself in public and in truth wasn't all that inclined to make small talk, he truly did love this place.

There was one inn that he liked the look of from the outside. A woman's home had some nice windows and a couple of shops had some slight decorations and effects added. He'd seen them over and over, but he always enjoyed walking through here when he had to make these kinds of trips. There weren't any clients he planned to deliver for, but it always paid to keep an open mind in case he could maybe find someone looking for a concoction. Never hurts.

Also, after his latest catastrophe of a trip, he needed to buy a bow and some arrows and probably start practicing. That thought didn't escape him and it caused no small amount of agony. Down in the market, he hitched his horse to a post near the center and strode out towards the inn where he normally began his shopping list with the innkeeper's order of the day.

Oct 5 2017, 11:12 PM
A Thread of Fate
"When the darkness reaches forth, it always plucks the brightest plumb."



It had been a long day of traveling along the King's road for the sterling man and his traveling companions. They were all exhausted, hungry, and in almost dire need of a break that was not likely to happen anytime soon. The sun was going to set soon and the direction after that would be anyone's guess. Still though, they had to keep moving, even as their horses were barely capable of taking another step. Not because they were late, but because they were all very afraid. Bouncing up and down on his tired horse, tired of plodding along and with every bone in great pain... he had to wonder just how it had turned out like this. How did everything fall apart so quick?

They had started out in the reach, traveling light with a small party in order to catch up with everyone that had gone on ahead. This had been purposeful in Emile's case; he had opted to take the last departing party so he had extra time to pack his stuff and get his latest concoction ready for sale at market when they arrived. It was comprised of less than a dozen men; servants and volunteers who had opted to travel with him of their own volition. They had made sure everything had been perfect at Emile's direction. They had ample supplies and all was set in as they left and departed on the journey ahead.

About a day-and-a-half later, they had settled down to make camp and Emile wandered off to go to the bathroom in the woods off the road. After his business had been concluded, he had accidentally staggered into a clearing when a noise in the far distance unnerved him and piqued him to move closer. Past the far bushes, he spotted a wrecked, ruined caravan surrounded by all the dead men and knights. In the circle where it was most visible to him, were the bandits and outlaws freely having their way with the remaining stragglers like they were toys.

The sight sickened him to the core, though he was outnumbered and he had no way of dealing with helping them. So he sat there, unable to move or avert his gaze like he was hypnotized. This just seemed... so wrong to him that it was repulsive. Something had to be done, but what? Should he try to creep away and leave them to their fates? That would save his own skin, but for some reason he just couldn't do it. He was hidden behind a tree trunk a ways out of sight, but he had to make a decision fast. He spied around, looking for anything that would aid him.

Man, he really hated this. He ended up settling for setting a branch on fire and then sneaking up close to light the wagons on fire and set the horses free before fleeing. Unfortunately, the lookouts didn't miss him and his crew as they hurriedly picked up and dashed off. Why? He was supposed to be the logical, rational one? Lighting the pants off a dangerous crew of outlaws wasn't the wisest thing to do. In his turn to get away, he didn't even watch if any of the captured had been able to flee in the chaos so that offered no consolation. He had just wanted to do something... anything.

So now here they were. No more than a day after everything had gone south.

Those bandits had been a lot larger and a lot more persistent than Emile had thought. Another miscalculation on his part that everyone had been eager to chide him for. They rode, but it seemed like they whatever he had burned had quite literally lit a fire of payback and vengeance under them. No idea what though. They just kept riding, no rest, cause they knew that the pursuers were no more than a few hours behind on their tail.

As Emile's eyes felt heavy and sagging, he was almost ready to fall off his horse when they spotted a little town not too far off, set by the river amidst a grove of riping mangrove trees. The torches at the entrance to town were lit, though it seemed that most of the villagers were readying themselves to turn in for the night as the sun was near setting. Before they could even breath a sigh of relief, there was a thunder clap of many horse hooves and wheels.

As they looked behind them, a whole slew of pitch black silhouettes were just coming up from beyond the hill, heading directly for them. That woke all them up right and proper. Emile nearly jumped up in his saddle, bags still readily under his eyes. What should they do? What should they do?

"Can we fend them off?"
"No you dummy, they'll kill us off with ease!"
"The town is going to be attacked if we head inside. Maybe if we skirt around it, they'll leave them alone."
"Or maybe they'll just raid the town and head us off. Betsy can't go any further!"

Emile sat there on a horse that could barely hold him up now, frozen and unable to speak. They couldn't go into town or the townsfolk would be raided. If they left, then the ones to be killed would be them. The bandits outnumbered and would soon outflank them. Emile gazed out at the town, a somber expression crossing his features in complete indecision.
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