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Amalthea Dracarys
 Posted: Jul 24 2017, 10:11 PM
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The world was colder and darker than she had recalled. Thea had spent days wandering throughout forests and roads, nothing was familiar and yet it all seemed the same. She knew she was back, but she wasn’t sure why or by whom’s authority. Mostly she longed to go back to the comfort of her nonphysical existence. She was relatively happy then. Now, though, her body felt frail, and weak. And yet somehow stronger now that she was back then it had when she was alive before. At least then she had her magic. Why it had abandoned her she didn’t know.

She had been travelling the road when several guards from Foirfich had found her. A fight had ensued, one she lost. Her ribs throbbed, and she had been punched once or twice in the face before she realized her magic wasn’t coming back. She was quickly taken and thrown into a cell. There were talks about selling her into slavery. Thea argued, announcing she was the High Witch of Speirling, the guards laughed, and said something about 15,000 years ago. Had she been gone that long? 500 years seemed more accurate.

So, she spent the past few days in a dirty jail cell, no shoes, her clothing was dirty (she had been buried in it). She was sure she looked more like a beggar than a High Witch or noble woman. Her threats fell onto clueless ears. Nobody believed her.

Amalthea had been praying for a way out of her current situation when the guards brought in new blood. Without a word, she listened to the new blood’s conversation. It was more interesting than the bugs running up the side of the walls. Her first question was ‘Who was Jack Robinson’?

A light chuckle could be heard from her cell when Marks hit the ground. “Well, that served him right,” she said, her voice had an old accent. Her first language was clearly the Ancient Tongue.

A woodland…man in a crown entered on a horse. Things really were getting interesting now. Seeing the other cell doors swing open, she realized her prayers had been answered.

“Wait! Please, let me out as well! I can be of some use! I don’t want to be stuck in here when the guards come back…” She cried, the only thing she could think of saying. She was in no real position to barter or deal. But she had so far gone untouched by the guards and she doubted her luck would last much longer.

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 Posted: Jul 24 2017, 10:48 PM
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At first he thought this whole thing was some sort of twisted nightmare and she was going in to bite him, but then she did something no one had ever done to him for about ten years and kissed him on the lips. It was a quick kiss and by the time he had realized what was happening, it was over. He barely had time to process what the kiss meant or if it meant nothing at all when the man on the horse was identified as King Peregrine. Jon blinked, trying to make out his facial features, but he could see nothing but the silhouette of what was surely a powerfully-build man on a horse – a woodland king.

But the man who jumped from the saddle was a lot smaller than him. He moved with agility and speed, rather than power, said something about Khalidah getting to keep her pet and it was a moment before Jon realized that he was the pet. Well, it wouldn't be the first time. He was always being referred to as a pet and here was another fae person telling him that he was little more than an amusement. A few moments later, he confirmed that the woodland king appeared to be human.

“I know you.” He insisted, as the man opened his cell lock with a key that had apparently come out of his crown. "You came to my cottage... it wasn't even my cottage ...a girl brought you … she said you were sick … you were dressed as an old man … you … you turned into a bird … you...” There was no mistaking his elegant features, the perfect jawline, the burning green eyes, the regal brow and nose and that nefarious mouth. “You're crazy.” He concluded, as the lock came undone with a click.

He was on his feet when King Peregrine swung his door open and was on his heels as he took the words out of Jon's mouth. He was sprinting back in an instant, following the sound of a voice that came from the cell that had been adjacent to his. He felt bad for not paying her any attention, as he had been so focused on Khalidah, but he was at her side in an instead.

Jon was a healer. It was his instinct and duty to help those who called for it. There was no time to consider the dangers that could come from freeing her. There was no time to ask for permission. And there was no time to hide his power. Without hesitating, he grabbed the lock on her cell door and pulled it off, as easily as if it had been made of butter.

He held out his hand, which was covered in crusty dried and sticky blood, to the prisoner.

“My name's Jon. Come with us. There's no time.”

He could hear the sounds of shouting and hounds baying even as he spoke.

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 Posted: Sep 19 2017, 07:33 AM
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“Stop whining.”
“I'd rather not stay in here much longer”, Khalidah snapped. The cell was beginning to feel increasingly claustrophobic, and on top of that, the healer mage was starting to feel a second rise of her vampiric thirst for blood. Pacing at the door like a caged animal, waiting for Pip to tinker open the lock with a hair pin in minutes felt more like hours. Back and forth she faced, like an agitated predator awaiting their prey for a kill.

Her body went rigid as a board when Pip had pulled her into a quick hug after swinging both cell doors open. While she appreciated the fact that he had ridden to her rescue, her hesitation of his close proximity stemmed more from her vampiric side being on the rise once again. She could almost smell the blood flowing in the veins beneath his skin.
“Careful...” Khalidah cautioned her friend in a soft voice, without a need to explain. The woodland king would know what the warning was for, even if little words were used. The silver-blue of her eyes were beginning to turn red once again. The blood she had fed upon from the guard Marks had not been enough to suppress the violent side of her nature... the insanity of a beast that lurked deep within; a writhing, twisting, feral nature.

“...I don't like this place. Brings back memories.”
Now that was something that they could both agree on. While she had not spent any time in Eacharnach's prisons, being locked up in both Riasglach and Foirfich was quite enough for her liking. Imprisoned twice in her life was more she could tolerate. Even just once was too many for the mage's liking.

Racing behind Jon, hot on his heels, as they made a break for the exit behind Peregrine's own hasty retreat, Khalidah had to dodge out of the way suddenly as her fellow healer made a quick turn back towards the cells.
“Jon?” she questioned, sliding to a stop just short of the exit. What on earth was the man doing? Had he suddenly gone mad and preferred captivity over freedom? Honestly, they hadn't been locked up quite that long. Perhaps some just went insane faster than others...

The barking of hounds and shouting of guard re-enforcements drew her attention once more to their surroundings. With a few long strides, Khalidah saw the reason why Jon had doubled back and ripped another cell door of its hinges. Another inmate. The healer mage was fairly certain that she had seen her on their way in. Waiting for a moment, Khalidah turned back towards the exit to freedom, but she wasn't able to dwell on any certainty as several snarling hounds with snapping jaws flung themselves at her. Her head cracked against the stone floor as she hit the ground, a set of jaws tearing at the flesh of her calf muscle.

A summoning whistle escaped Khalidah's lips, and in response her two wolves launched themselves into the fight, biting at the hounds and forcing them off of the mistress that commanded the wolves. The black wolf, Hania, found like a hell from hound – pure aggression... while the white female, Kachina, diverted to defensive tactics as Khalidah hauled herself to her feet.
“I've had enough of this gods forsaken place!” the sidhe-vampire raged, her fangs extending from her jaw. Blood trickled from the bite wound to her leg, and down the middle of her face from where her forehead had collided with the floor.

The hounds that had attacked her were now in a stand off with the wolves; their training dictating that they must attack... but their sense of self preservation kept them cautious. The guards that were running towards them from deeper within the prison were getting closer.
“Jon! Just grab her already... time is running out!” Khalidah shouted, stepping backwards to the entrance and removing the bow and quiver of arrows from one of the dead soldiers that had been guarding the door when Peregrine and the rebels had arrived. Knocking an arrow to the bow string, Khalidah fired down the hallway towards the advancing guards, taking one out swiftly with an arrow to the heart.

“Hurry up Jon! I'm not leaving without you!” the mage called back into the building as she knocked another arrow to the bow string. A glance over her shoulder revealed the the rebels had certainly planned ahead... they had brought one of her horses for her. Good. But Jon and the woman he had found would have to ride double. There weren't enough horses for everyone to ride alone.

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 Posted: Sep 21 2017, 08:36 AM
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They would have made it out in time to run bravely in the opposite direction as the Foirfichian reinforcements rained down on them. They weren't running away: they were making a dramatic exit. Peregrine was used to making dramatic exits, what with living outside and having enough military experience to know when to cut his losses. The point was, they would have been about to turn tail and bravely run away, but the curly-haired healer had run back into the prison. Peregrine had already mounted Vollo outside of the prison. He could hear that their would-be pursuers were close, so he strung his bow. He had a mind to leave the healer where he was. He had done his duty – freed him and if he wanted to run back into the jaws of bondage, that was his business and Peregrine would not suffer for his choices.

Because of this healer – judging by the name Khalidah was shouting, his name was Jon – and his poor life choices, the enemy was upon them. Rolling his eyes, Peregrine knocked an arrow to his bowstring. So much for his glorious and dramatic running away; now they were going to have to fight their out.

Given that Foirfich was built on a grid, he could only see part of the approaching force, but he could see enough to determine that a substantial number of soldiers had been sent. To his dismay, apparently intelligence had been sent back with the request for their presence, as over half of their force was on horseback. Those that were on foot carried long spears – the kind perfect for stabbing riders, even if their horse was rearing up on its hind legs to protect them.

He let his first arrow fly without reserve and it hit one of the oncoming riders in the slit between his visor and his beaver and the man fell from his horse, hopefully dead. He yelled to his rebels to open fire and then retreat-fire in a circle around the enemy. Even as he called to them, he realized how difficult that course of action would be, given that the cities of Foirfich were built on a close grid. He let his second arrow fly, this time hitting a spearman, who fell, now harmless.

“Aim for the infantry!” He bellowed. Eacharnachians were born horsemen. They could deal with the cavalry; it was the spears that worried him that and the fact that they were painfully outnumbered.

Meanwhile, Khalidah seemed to be dealing with some sort of attack problem, but her wolves had jumped to her aid, which was just as well, as Peregrine was too preoccupied with dealing with the reinforcement unit at large to rush to her aid. The healer had better have a damn good reason for rushing back into the prison and she had better have an even better reason for waiting for him.

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 Posted: Sep 22 2017, 02:55 PM
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Thea did not look that much better off then Jon. She was still wearing the clothing she had died in, oh so long ago. There were a few garments she had stolen, but her tattered and raggedy clothes were the best ones. But she still looked like a beggar. She had no shoes at the moment, but once the man ripped the door from its hinges, she immediately grabbed his hand and began to rush out.

“My name is Amalthea Dracarys! Pleased to make your acquaintance, Jon,” she said politely, being sure to smile so that she was not seen as rude.

Amalthea knew the current situation did not call for politeness, but still she was not going to forget her manners just because there was all this chaos happening.
Thea was able to catch up to the other woman, and the crowned…man. The dogs and wolves were what she noticed, yes, the woman had fangs and such, but the wolves were so cute!

Thea needed to keep her head about her, as she recalled she no longer had her powers. To think, in the past she could have just dealt with all these soldiers with the flick of her wrist. Now, she didn’t have that ability. She stopped to pick up a sword from a dead guard. The sword was heavier than she had intended, and she dropped it nearly instantly. These swords were heavier than the ones she had used in the past. So, she picked up a dagger off of the same guard.

“Deepest apologies, the way of sword and steel is not my calling,” she said to Jon, loudly, but held up the dagger anyway.

Thea quickly realized without her magic she was fairly useless. She possessed no real body strength, and no fighting prowess. Still, she stood with the dagger in her hand, trying to remember how to wield one. She had had lessons during the war, but her magic was her best asset and she had never gone up against a legion without it. Fear swelled in her stomach, she hadn’t felt this afraid since when she had been captured by the Trilanor forces during the war.

Looking around, it was clear they were painfully outnumbered. Now would be a perfect time for the crowned horsemen’s secret weapon to appear, or something.

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 Posted: Sep 26 2017, 09:03 PM
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“We're comin'!” Jon bellowed over his shoulder at Khalidah. He realized that they had limited time, what with some foreign forest, costume-happy weirdo rushing in to save them and undermining whatever operation was going on here, but he was physically incapable of turning his back on someone who was in trouble in order to save his own skin. It wasn't in his nature, not to mention it went against everything that healers stood for. Luckily for everyone, the woman took his hand and they finally exited that dark places where Jon had spent some horrible hours.

Once they made it to the threshold, Jon could see that they had more of a situation on their hands than he had first anticipated. He couldn't get a clear look at what was happening in the city streets itself, but he could see that the courtyard was swarming with Foirfichian soldiers. The weirdo who had pretended to be an old man and then turned into a bird in the healer's cottage that hadn't even been his was doing his best to hold them off, but it was only him and two women on horseback. Khalidah was in the middle of dealing with wolves, but she was now flanked by two wolves and Jon had no intention of getting in between her and them...ever.

Amalthea picked up a sword from a dead guard, but immediately dropped it. She plucked a dagger from the same, unfortunate man instead.

“Ah. Me neither.” He confessed, secretly reflecting on how fucked they were. At least this woman seemed to be able to command a dagger – he feared he would stab himself if he so much as picked up a knife.

His eyes were drawn northward to see them come rushing in – a mix of cavalry and spearmen. It didn't take a genius to see how painfully outnumbered they were. Yes, this was what being thoroughly fucked looked like. At least he had his fists – no one would remember an escaped prisoner who accidentally picked up a few cannons and dropped them on oncoming soldiers.

He cast around for the closest heavy object. He found nothing, but it was all for naught, anyway. How could he harm another person, even if it was in self-defense or the defense of his friends? He was better off going back to the “we're all fucked” plan.

That was when it happened – that pulling sensation like he was being yanked by a hook deep in his stomach. The world spun around him and he felt like he was falling and yet, he never hit the ground. When the world stopped spinning, their attackers were gone. They stood just outside the prison – Amalthea, Khalidah, the man on the horse and the two riders, and himself. For a moment, he stood there, just as confused as everyone else. Then, he heard voices coming from within the prison.

“Get me and Jon out of these frigging cells!”

That was when he understood. He still didn't know how this power worked or how to control it, but he knew what he had done. His head whipped around to stare at his companions.

“What are you waiting for? Run!”

Although he didn't know how he had done it, he had set the clock back a few minutes, giving them a reprieve – time to escape.


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 Posted: Oct 9 2017, 05:53 AM
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At last, they were finally out of the prison. It didn’t take much to notice the woman attempt to pick up a sword from one of the dead guards, only to drop it again once more. The dagger that the newcomer selected was a much better choice considering her obviously weakened state. Jon was probably more capable of wielding the sword, based on strength alone.

Movement within the hallway drew her gaze once again, her wolves were backing out of the doorway now, giving the guard hounds new ground. Well, shit. Worse than that however, was the fact that guards within the complex had managed to round up some bows, and they seemed fairly capable of shooting within close quarters. It would be a catastrophe if these new guards were even remotely capable of a perfect shot. Those fears were well founded when her eyes picked up the movement of a bow being raised mere moments before the arrow fired.

In that space of time Khalidah had managed to place herself in the path of the projectile fast enough that it failed to strike the intended target, but pierced her own chest instead. The healer mage grunted, dropping to a knee on the ground, the end of the bow against the ground to stabilise her from falling any further forward.
“Watch yourself…” the sidhe-vampire gasped out, gritting her teeth at the floret of pain that exploded in her chest. Khalidah looked over her shoulder at the one that would have been the victim, had she not acted so fast – the newcomer, Amalthea. “Both of you”, Khalidah managed further, this time her voice directed at Jon.

Struggling to her feet, Khalidah ripped the arrow from her chest, screaming out slightly in pain before knocking two arrows to her bow string and firing down the hall. The arrows killed not only the archer that Khalidah had protected Amalthea from, but also the man beside him.

Next thing the mage knew, she felt like her head had exploded from a headache, and the world was turned inside out, back to front, and upside down. The sensation that bombarded her senses was quite topsy-turvy. The courtyard was empty – no guards, no spearmen, and certainly no archers with a cracking shot. Her confusion only increased when she could hear her own voice sounding from within the prison. What?

Only the pain in her chest reminded her of what the hell had… or was yet to happen. Slapping a hand over the wound to her chest – her lung was beginning to collapse as it filled with blood – Khalidah sent her healing energies and knit the flesh anew, feeling the lung return to normal as air filled it, making breathing easier.

“What are you waiting for? Run!”

Khalidah cast a glance at Jon before turning towards the horse that the rebels had brought for her, mounting up quickly. She rode over to her fellow jail inmates, and reached down towards them. It didn’t matter which one accepted her arm first, but the other would have to ride with a rebel.
“You’ll have to explain how you did this...” the healer mage commented to Jon with a meaningful glance. “Later”.

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 Posted: Oct 15 2017, 08:08 AM
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One moment he was bellowing at his riders to aim for the infantry. His fingers were closing around the fletching of another arrow to knock to his string when the world spun around him. His arrow shot off and if it found a target he did not see it, for he was clinging to Vollo's neck and grabbing handfuls of his mane in an effort to stabilize himself. The world went blurry around him and he thought he was going to pass out, but just as quickly as it started, it stopped.

He pushed himself back into his saddle into an upright position. He had pressed his bow to Vollo's neck while he had clung to him. His other hand dove for another arrow, but even as he was knocking it to the string, he realized that something was different. There was no legion of soldiers charging at them, but Peregrine could hear distant hoofbeats pinging against the stone streets of Foirfich. For a moment, he sat there, frozen by his brain firing off in a million different directions and thus, being unable to make sense of anything that was happening around him. That was when he heard a man's voice from behind him commanding them to run.

He turned in his saddle to see the healer with Khalidah and a ragged-looking woman. As he couldn't see any soldiers advancing, he turned and rode back to the others and immediately started barking out orders.

“Khalidah, you ride with the healer. Are you hurt?” Without waiting for an answer, he turned to the newcomer. It was a stupid idea – she could be a spy or assassin sent to kill him – but he didn't hesitate as he extended his arm to her. “You will ride with me.” The look on the healer's face told him all he needed to know; whatever had happened, it wasn't going to last.

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One moment, she was being protected from an assault, the next the area was without enemies. She could feel her stomach doing backflips now that they were…back…in time. Her head pounded. Thankfully, she was without her powers, otherwise she was sure she would be even more sick and unsteady. This was one perk of not having her powers. Still, she wished them back. How did people without magic survive, she wondered. It all seemed so difficult. Things could have been made so much easier if she just had her powers.

Luckily, one of them possessed time magic. Well, it seemed the man who had performed the feat was a bit confused. That was probably not a good thing. But they could discuss it later, once they were safe and free. Or not at all. Thea realized she may need to escape her new rescuers sooner or later.

She glanced around, wildly, wondering what the next move should be. Getting out, obviously, but she was quite horseless. That’s when the branch crowned man offered his arm, she accepted without hesitation. She wasn’t completely sure where they were.

Yes, Foirfich, but things were still quite unfamiliar to her. There were too many kingdoms now. Too many monarchs for her to keep track of until she was in a more stable place.
“Let’s get out of here,” she exclaimed, not wanting to wait around for time to restore itself.

She was a bit worried about these people, who knew who they were. For all she knew, they could be allies of the Trilanors, if that were true. She would no doubt be brought to King Thelestral or his evil son for entertainment. Hopefully they were not. Or hopefully she would regain her magic soon.

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He wasn't how his power worked. At one point, it had frightened him, but he was glad he had. The small army that had been advancing on them only moments before was gone, he was focused on the task of getting everyone out of there alive and he was glad to see that the others shared this goal.

He accepted Khalidah's hand and climbed up behind her in the saddle. Nudge was still with Nikita, wherever she was. The mule was stupid, but she wasn't stupid enough to not follow Nikita if he was nowhere to be found and besides, he would only travel with Khalidah and their rescuers as far as necessary before he took his leave and returned to his sister and their mission.

“I can't promise that.” He murmured, once he was situated behind Khalidah. He could promise the opposite: I can't tell you why I did what I did because I have no idea how it works. Check back for updates never. He knew that it had something to do with time, as he had just set it back a few minutes, but there had been other instances when him presence had had no impact on time and he had merely moved through it. He and his sister had ended up speaking with a god and he hoped that wasn't related to his ability. He didn't know where to go for help on the matter and he felt that the fewer people who knew about it, the better. Perhaps he could slip away before she asked him.

He didn't know where they were going, but the woodland king seemed to be leading the expedition. He was not concerned, knowing that wherever they ended up, he would find his way back to his sister. He always did. With this in mind, he let Khalidah do the riding and he kept his eyes fixed on the opening in the street from were the soldiers had come moments before...or after.

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“Are you hurt?”
Khalidah glanced towards Peregrine, nodding once. She was not physically hurt any more due to her healing magic; she would be alright. She hoped. The pain in her chest had lessened, and her lung was no longer collapsing. The problem was, there were some things that even Khalidah could not entirely heal with her own body. A collapsed lung was one such thing. She could revert it for a time... but soon enough, she would need a healer herself.
“For the moment....” the fae-vampire managed through the pain, her teeth gritted. It took an effort not to lean forward onto the horse's neck and rest for a moment.

No. Rest later. The words echoed in her mind over and over again.

Khalidah forced herself to sit upright, keeping her back rigid as Jon grabbed her arm and hoisted himself up into the saddle; the woman grunting at the effort. Jon may have super strength, but Khalidah was not that strong in comparison. Not to mention... he was a heavy lad. He was tall for a human as well.
“I can't promise that.”
The healer mage looked over her shoulder.
“Then maybe just 'what' happened....” she conceded, her voice fading out as another sharp jab of pain burst in her chest. The magic that was holding her lung together was failing already.

“Let’s get out of here”.
It was the woman that had spoken this time, safely mounted up behind Peregrine. Now that was something that Khalidah could agree with. Turning her borrowed horse, the sidhe-vampire hybrid kicked the creature to a gallop, bursting down the street away from the prison building at speed. The furthest away from that hellish building, the better. Her two wolves lopped alongside. Hania, the black wolf, even took things into his own paws by snapping at the creatures hooves to make it run faster.

The healer mage did not look back, did not wait to see if Peregrine and the other rebels were following along behind. Much like it had with Peregrine, that prison had brought back all kinds of memories. Some good – the times she had spent with her family – but most were horrible. Horrible memories of Riasglach.

Yes. The farther away the better.

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OOC COMMENTS;; Delayed again. I know. I'm sorry... I honestly didn't realise it was my turn to post, I thought it was Kay's still. lol
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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Dec 27 2017, 10:07 PM
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We're men, we're men in tights! We're butch!


He wasn't sure what had just happened or who was responsible, but he was going to take the opportunity and run with it...literally. He was relieved when the woman accepted his invitation and he offered a hand so that he could pull her into the saddle behind him. Sparing a quick glance at Khalidah and the healer, he gathered up Vollo's reins and followed Khalidah out of the courtyard.

He wasn't familiar with Foirfich the way in which he was with Eacharnach and with good reason – he hadn't grown up here, but he had spent enough time weaseling his way out of tight situations that he was confident that he could figure something out. He knew that Foirfich was built on a grid and so, he should be able to figure out how to get out of the grid and make for the surrounding farmland and the wilderness that lay beyond. He needed to get higher. He needed to get above the city so he could have some idea of where they were going. Everything looked the same on the ground and it was a recipe for getting stuck in a dead-end with a wall of spears trapping them against the gray stones of Foirfich...

Fortunately for everyone involved, Peregrine had the option of flying above the city to get their bearings. It would involve him getting very naked and turning into a falcon, but that was a non-issue in his eyes. It was rarely a non-issue in other people's eyes and he still hadn't figured out why. Skin was just skin and he thought his was easy on the eyes anyway, so...

He wasn't given long to think about the social stigma surrounding nudity, for he heard the clattering of hooves on the cobblestone, not far from where they were and he stopped, holding up a hand to signal the others to do the same. It might seem counterintuitive to someone not experienced in the arts of breaking and escaping from the law, but Peregrine knew first-hand the importance of listening to prepare for an approaching threat.

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 Posted: Jan 28 2018, 12:21 AM
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She remained silent, trying to take in as much of her new companions as she could. The only one she felt any sort of rapport with was the man that had let her out of her prison cell. To her, she thought some of them would find it wiser to leave her behind. And that was true. She had virtually nothing to offer. Aside from her dragon. And she wasn’t going to tell anyone about her beloved pet for fear they might try to steal it, or something. Not that it mattered. One of them appeared to have time magic and Amalthea wasn’t about to let on any of her advantages even if he man had saved her. Without her magic she had no way of protecting her friends, family and allies anymore.

Amalthea could feel anxiety and fear welling up in her at the sound of the approaching hooves. She remembered bits and pieces of her death and what led up to it. She remembered being followed and captured quite like this. Closing her eyes, and breathing in deeply, she tried to quell her nerves. Amalthea wished now more than ever that she still possessed magic.

She listened but her mind was moving too quickly for her to fully process what was happening. She managed to keep her mouth shut but let out a small whimper. Why was she so afraid of dying again? Perhaps it wasn’t death that she feared but the capture and the torture by the enemy. That was most likely it. She was never going to allow herself to be captured like that again, she would die first.
Amalthea remained silent, hoping fortune was in their favor.

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"...I...I don't know." Luke admitted, as he settled in between Khalidah's saddle. He barely knew this woman and he had already revealed his super strength to her, not to mention his name and business. He didn't feel ready to address whatever this power he had with himself, let alone someone else. He knew that he was going to have to account for it before long, but he had hoped that he wouldn't have to reveal what he could do just yet.

Luckily for him, he didn't have to launch into the how's and why's of what had just happened. Indeed, he was spared all that by the sounds of ominous hooves. He could tell by the looks on their faces that the others could hear them, too. This must have meant that he had only given them a few minutes.

He looked to the crowned man -- Peregrine, or whatever his name was. The others didn't seem to be treating him like a king, but he seemed to the one who was "most in-charge" of this expedition. Luke didn't know what he was about to tell him, how he could explain what he had done and what was about to happen, but his lips formed words none-the-less.

"They're coming! Run for it!"


((OOC: It's one of my first posts in awhile, so I may have forgotten some things. And I changed his name to Luke, now.))
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Khalidah Sherwood
 Posted: May 6 2018, 09:05 PM
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Too many damn rebels to heal!


Khalidah turned her horse around a corner in the wide street that lead out and away from the courtyard, cutting through another open area that could have been used for a market for all she knew. Yes, she was certain that she had seen a market on the forced journey between the temple and the prison cells.

There were only two things on her mind at this point. One being the pain in her chest as her lung started to collapse, making it harder and harder to breathe. The other being the strong desire to get away from this place.

Far, far away.

Sooner or later she would need to properly tend to her wound, when she wasn't exhausted or running on a bloodlust. It was hard to heal herself when such factors came into play. Khalidah could 'patch' her wounded lung for a time, but she needed to be in peak condition for her own magic to hold tightly. Still, with her lung collapsing... if this carried on much longer... she was getting closer to suffocating with every breath.

Khalidah looked back over her shoulder to see that Peregrine had pulled his horse to a halt. His hand raised, closed into a fist to signal the others to stop as well. Listening. Khalidah pulled back on the reins, taking the opportunity to gather them into one hand while the other clutched at her chest tightly, sending what little healing energies she could manage into the wound, healing her lung once more for whatever brief time it would give her.

The healer mage gasped, sucking air deep into her lungs, inflating the damaged one once again. She could breathe easier again. For the moment.

Khaldiah turned her horse. She could hear the advance of soldiers on both horseback and on foot.
"Pip! If I die here I will never forgive you for stopping when we should be running!" she shouted at the woodland rebel king before turning her horse around and kicking it to a canter before galloping once again.

Listening be damned. She needed to get away from here.

Khalidah glanced over her shoulder at Luke, riding on the horse behind her back, holding on for dear life.
"I'm sorry I got you into all of this Luke", she said loudly, speaking above the rush of air that raced past her pointed ears. "But promise me something..."
Khalidah took a deep breath, finding back a slight feeling of pain.
"If I fall from the saddle... keep going. Keep riding", the healer mage continued, her eyes fixed on the road ahead of her, though her eyes darted down every street opening that they rode past. She was still on high alert. "Keep riding and get back to your sister. Promise me Luke. Promise me that you will".

The rebel healer drew her horse to a sudden halt at a large intersection of roads. She couldn't see which way would lead out of the city. Away to freedom. Khalidah turned her head in every direction, her gaze panicked. By the gods... which way to go?



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