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| − | '''Roleplay from Alec McDowell'''
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| − | Alec held on to Nór’s reins and his head slowly dropped forward, Alfried coughed loudly and he blinked, cleared his throat and focused on the road ahead. He was now behind, two hours behind to be more specific and he was livid that someone had gotten the best of him. In result of the enemy’s guile he was now forced to keep to the road until he arrived at his destination. There would be much rest for him tonight, not that a cot in his tent was much more comfortable but it was sleep.
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| − | His eyelids began to droop again and the road before him hazed off to darkness and Alec slowly lolled forward. His Captain’s arm suddenly shot up and he was startled back with eyes snapping open. “What?” he turned quickly, confused. “What?”
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| − | “We should stop for the night milord, your horse is well trained but we can’t afford to let you slip off and injure yourself,” Alfreid said but Alec shook his head with a small laugh even before he had finished making the suggestion.
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| − | “No, we ride on,” he sighed and tried to appear alert once more. “I need to catch up with Kaylan,” he stated firmly and the dark man frowned, he didn’t say anything because like Alec, he had seen her fight in Tabost. How could he not, it seemed the entire unit had at one point or another watched in shock to see the coldness in her blue eyes and the ruthless way she moved about, killing everyone in her path.
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| − | Alec had barely focused on his own fighting, trying his best to make sure no one managed to get near enough to harm her had been task enough.
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| − | He didn’t voice it, but the concern he felt throughout his body was building to dread. She had fought like…well like a daemon. He winced at the thought. She had been so…dark. She just wasn’t Kaylan. Then she had wiped her blade and moved on, calling her men to the next destination, without even a glance in his direction. It was all Alec could do just to get them to leave fast enough, and then when they realized someone had tampered with the signs it had only left him in a fouler mood.
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| − | He had no idea what he was going to say to her, but he had to do something.
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| − | Sighing, he tried to think of something to stop the gnawing in his stomach. Before long his eyes began to droop again. The entire road vanished and he was in a large lush field. He was riding through his father’s fields, and with him was his angel, both riding Nór.
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| − | Tightening his arms around her, he leaned in to whisper soft words in her ear and she smiled, letting out musical laughter that made his heart fill with joy. “Sir Alec wake up” she said to him but he frowned when her voice was too deep. “Sir!” she said in a gruffer voice and he was pushed back.
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| − | Alec looked up and the field disappeared and Alfried was pushing him again. “Oh for the love of… would you let me sleep in peace!” he said indignantly and Alfried shook his head. “It’s a long way to the ground,” he answered instead and Alec rolled his eyes.
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| − | “Trust me, I’ve done some things on horseback that would even make you gawk… even possibly blush. So stop waking me, sleep is one of the things I can easily manage, got it?” he spit out, more out of disappointment than anger.
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| − | “Whatever you wish milord,” he mumbled and looked ahead to the road.
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| − | “You can’t give me what I wish,” he said lamely and closed his eyes again. But his angel was no longer there… he kept running after road signs and angry redheads.
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| − | '''Roleplay from Isabel Moreira'''
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| − | Isabel’s archers were fighting at a safe distance, a welcomed change seeing the last battle almost brought their demise. Everything was going according to battle plans and soldiers were pleased. Well as pleased as anyone can be on a battlefield. The wind wasn’t strong and their arrows found their targets with ease.
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| − | Isabel ordered her unit to move forward to find better positions and they chose a more elevated part of the field and could now have an overview of the battle. She was concentrated in the targets ahead but at one point her attention was drawn to a Knight, the object of her obsession. Her blonde green eyed Knight. Her eyes lit up and her heart skipped a beat. He was truly a sight to be appreciated. She focused on him and saw him fight like no other. He was a great soldier. She could see it clearly by the way he fought mastering every move. She could also see him looking to his right every chance he could and she followed his gaze.
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| − | A trail of corpses was being left behind. Well pieces of corpses to be more exact. Her eyes followed what was causing such mayhem. A red-headed woman was literally obliterating whatever crossed her path. Isabel actually stood there with her mouth dropped open. Gregor noticing she had stopped fighting for a few minutes followed her eyes to see what was capturing her attention and also stopped at the gruesome spectacle. They couldn’t look away and said in unison “What the heck is that?!”
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| − | One of Isabel’s soldiers called out making her focus in the battle again. She tried to concentrate in the task ahead but couldn’t get that image out of her mind. The woman was proving to be a great soldier but the way she was fighting was downright scary. Something was definitely wrong with that image…
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| − | The battle ended and Isabel tried to find her mysterious Knight but he was nowhere to be found. Neither was the red-headed warrior. <i>Was he also fascinated with what he saw or was there more to it? He seemed to be trying to get her attention….</i>
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| − | Anyway, what mattered was the fact he was alright.
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| − | Once again she had only seen him from a distance. But it was enough to keep her smiling for the rest of the day. <i>One day…one day I’ll meet him.</i>
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