Le Craint Family/Mariana le Craint/On the Road - Tales from Mariana's Journeys.

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Roleplay from Mariana le Craint

So it begins Lacing up her thick leather boots, she brushed away the dirt and dust, smiling at her reflection in the polish. Opening the loose floorboard of her room, she took out a large box. Within it, a thick leather overcoat with a dark hood. She held it out in front of her, there was little that could distinguish it from a crowd of people. Perfect she thought. She took out a small blade and hand crossbow, placing them on her hip she closed the box and placed it beneath the floor board once again. Moving over to the table with a simple mirror, she took out her blade and carefully began cut her long hair. Slicing each length of hair, letting it drop to the floor. Her long silver hair was now cut short and rough, she was no expert. She stepped outside her manor, looking back briefly before heading towards the stables. She had sent word and a horse had been saddled ready, a few others had been gathered, each looking more inconspicuous than the last. She gently brushed the side of the horse before mounting him in one quick motion. The pure black stallion had been chosen for his speed, not sparing any amount of gold to find the perfect one. With a simple hand gesture, they all departed quickly. It wasn't long before they reached the gates of the city and they were out heading south.

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Roleplay from Mariana le Craint

A close call Slinking through the streets, moving between the shadows of the buildings avoiding the direct moonlight. A hooded figure moves fast, avoiding the few people that roamed the streets. A flash of light from around the corner as a guard carrying a torch rushes down the street into the tavern. The hooded figure dashed for the alley, disappearing once again into the shadows. Clutching a large sack, she checked the knot holding the opening together. "Good, nothing has been lost." She whispered, pulling the strings taut. Checking over her shoulder and looking over into the streets. More guards with torches raced down the street, shouting about searching the street for something. The hooded figure moved to the wall of the house, reaching for a notch in the wall and pulling herself up onto the roof. The cold breeze of the night wind brushed through her hair, pushing the hood back from her head. Mariana darted across the thatched roof, reaching the end she leapt for another roof clutching the sack tightly. Below, she came to a simple stable. Horses screaming at the sounds of the commotion of the guards. Mariana slipped through a gap in the roof, brushing her arm against a rusty nail causing her to wince in pain, unlatched the gate to the horses and led them out of the stable in a stampede. Mariana jumped on to the back of one of the horses, following the herd of horses as they rushed out of the village. Looking back at the commotion as villagers and guards gathered at the outskirts of the town and watched as the horses disappeared into the treeline. Mariana, clutching on to a branch of a tree, dangling above the ground. Pulling herself up and sitting leaned up against the trunk of the tree, rested and caught her breath. "That was too close that time." She weighed up the pouch, a long grin formed across her face, "That was successful though, I shall make a note of this place." She chuckled as she climbed down from the tree, following the sea breeze towards the coastline.

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Escape from capture Silence. She could hear nothing. The sounds of the bandits had calmed. The unfaithful who had the gall to stand in the way of a servant of Obeah. Mariana was careless. She had been caught. The sack that not resided on her head began to rub uncomfortably. She waited however, ensuring that there was not movement nor any sounds. The ropes had began to loosen, rubbing them against the coarse bark of the tree she was tied to weakened them further. Before long, the rope snapped, freeing her hands. Proceeding to remove the sack from her head, she looked around. There was nothing. The bandits that had captured her before were gone. A sly smile crawled across her face. She approached one of the nearby tents, her weapons placed within a chest. "Careless" she thought to herself. Taking back her blade and a small pile of blankets, she covered herself and waited. Before long, the bandits returned. Many of them settling into their tents. As one began to approach the tree, he grew concerned and rushed closer. In one quick motion, Mariana leaped out of the sheets and planted the blade deep within the back of his neck. Dragging his body to the tree, she tied him up and placed the hood on his head. Returning back to the sheets. The cover worked for quite some time. Having stayed as quiet as she did, none of the remaining bandits noticed that the corpse that sat hunched over on the tree was not her. This gave her time. She waited till the sun fell below the horizon. When the moon replaced the sun she began to move. One by one she visited the tents. Most were sleeping having drank wine stolen from a village nearby. Visiting the tent where the leader remained, just as she was about to piece his back, she noticed something hanging from his neck. Something that caused the rage to build up inside her. A symbol, to the common eye this would mean nothing however to an inquisitor this meant everything. She stopped herself, leaving the tent to find a rope. She could feel the rage building within her however she calmed herself, the thrill of giving a worthy punishment was enough for her. She returned to the tent. Gently lifting his ankles and feeding the rope through it, tying the mans legs together. Repeating the same for his hands before finally waking him. Taking her blade she gently pushing into his back causing the man to scream out in pain. She began to laugh at this, repeating it over and over, "You shall be punished for your transgressions. Not just against me, but for the sins of worshiping daimons." Pointing out the neckace, she ripped it from his neck and threw it into the fire. Before long, his body remained motionless. Mariana stood up, wiping the blade clean. She took a torch from near the fire, ignited it and threw it into the tent. Not looking back, she continued back towards the town. In the direction of the homeland.

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On the trial of gold The sun had set long before the ship finally docked on dry land. The ship rested briefly up against an abandoned harbour, the only life that remained was nature reclaiming many of the houses. Climbing down from the ship, carefully crossing the slowly rotting dock. She signaled the ship to continue sailing on. She stopped inside what would have been the harbor masters house. She waited for a few minutes, allowing the ship to depart, before coming out of the house. She slowly made her way through the remnants of the house, watching her step to make sure she didnt make to much noise. To her surprise she caught sight of the distant flicker of a fire within the centre of the town. She made her way towards a nearby stable, watching and listening as a couple of Bandits camped round the open fire. "The boss keeps on boast'in 'bout his treasure. Maybe we should take some of it" He chuckled and took a swig from a hazy bottle of what one can only assume to be ale. "Na, y'know he' like a dragon 'ording all that loot. He keep a watchful eye on all that all the time. Not possible." "That's what you think, I found a tunnel the other day. Avoids all of the idiots that guard the place, just gotta find the sewer entrance to the manor, its not too far from here y'know." Mariana had heard all she had needed to, she drew her dagger and made her way to the fire. Slowly and carefully. With a quick motion, she pushed the blade deep into his back. Withdrawing the blade from the mans back and slashing at the other. The two of them lying still on the floor. She went through the first mans pockets, finding a very crude map. She took this and headed off. Toward the location of this 'horde'.

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Roleplay from Mariana le Craint

The Wilds of Weghie With the moon high in the sky, the gentle breeze of a cold evening blew through Mariana's hair. She sat comfortable around a fire however, a tent set up between two large oak trees. The smell of roasting boar filled the air and the gentle crackle of wood on the fire. Mariana sat on a fallen log with a book in her hand, her hair tied back, wrapped in a thick cloak of fur. She closed the book and placed it at her lap. Resting her hand on the smooth leather cover, brushing off dust from the spine. She reached into her bag and took out a waterskin, pouring it out into a simple mug. The pungent smell of red wine, mixed with the smell of the boar was delightful. She took a deep breath followed by a wine. Checking her surroundings, listening out for movement. However, none could be heard. This disappointed her, resting her hand on the hilt of her blade. She withdrew it from its holster and began to polish the sleek blade, moving from handle to tip, taking great care to clean the blade. Inspecting the edge, watching it glow in the firelight, she smiled at this. She placed her blade back into its holster. Picked up the book and began to read once again. Enjoying the calm of the wilderness, something she had come to value.

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