(Stupid double post!)

Zarune~ 29 years old~ RG

The priest bowed some at the mention of his name. "It is nice to meet you my lady." He said with a smile. She was like an angel sent by Finn himself! Could it be a sign? "You will be coming to the library with us won't you?" Inside he hoped she would, that would be a dream come true! Cullyn seemed to know her, then again he seemed to know everyone in the castle. He had grown up here after all. The knight seemed to sneer at him in a distasteful way startling him a bit. Zarune backed up hands to his side as he readied a fire attack just in case. "No need to be so hostile my lady. I mean no harm." He insured before standing down. His fingers tips still tingling from the magic in them, it wasn't comfortable to deny magic once it was summoned. Not only did the magic not care for it but magic users usually didn't either.

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

She sneered at the priest's tone. "I don't care who you are or who you work for don't you dare call me my lady." She growled in a rather hostel tone. Between the stress of having to try and keep up with the prince and the fact that she often had people come to her for fighting types Molly usually had a a very bad temper when it came to strangers. She looked down at Cullyn seeing the look in his eyes. "Fine I guess I'll tag along with you. Cullyn you have to be nice to Zarune alright? Your dad can't keep finding you new tutors." She said in a sort of scolding manner before picking the boy up and putting him on her shoulders. "Come along then priest, I suppose you will want to see your new home." The girl said looking back for a moment before striding forward Zarune right at her side.

Arcadius~ 26 years old~ DC

"Coltsfoot, wind-flower, southern-wood. Coltsfoot, wind-flower, southern-wood. Coltsfoot, wind-flower, southern-wood. Think I got it." With that the servant swiftly rushed into the wood searching for the flowers. Coltsfoot, wind-flower, southern-wood. Coltsfoot, wind-flower, southern-wood. Those were the items to find. It must have taken close to an hour to find them all, but it was done. All that was left was to make the mixture. Crushing them into a fine powered he added a small bit of warm water that he made with the fire. "Alright that's done." Arcadius said turning to the girl and kneeling next to her. "This is going to hurt a lot alright? Here bite down on this." He said offering her a thick twig to bite down on. "Three...two...one..." With that he took hold of the branch and yanked on it. At first it hardly budged then it seemed to pop right out of her arm. Quickly he took the rest of the water and poured it into the wound trying to clean it before putting the paste like mixture on it. Finally he wrapped it. "There all done, sorry." He said before picking her up and carrying her back to the fire. Carefully he put her on her sleeping roll and covered her. "Rest alright? When you feel strong enough to move we can get back to the others." He informed before turning to the other girl. With a sour expression on his face he walked to her and picked her up. She was still human even it she wasn't a nice one. Arcadius set her next to the fire as well. "Take care you don't pull too hard on those ropes, you're bound to hurt yourself even more than you want to." The man warned before sitting by the fire himself.

Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG
Two brightblue eyes looked between the teacher and then his loongtime ally, Molly. He listend carefully at what Molly said before laughing a bit when he was lift up on her shoulders. With a happy smile he rested his arms on her head. "Why do I have to do that? Its not my fault the priests from Bels temple is boring and cant take a joke!" he protested. He had no idea that the fact that he is the crown prince had saved him from a number of beatings from the priests. Most students who makes such a recuss as he have been doing at times or just plain disobey would get such a beating that they couldnt sit for a month. How many priests in training had feelt the wrath of their older brothers and sisters in a way that the young prince never would? To many to count, to many to even guess or try to imagine. And here was a boy compleatly oblivious to it. This young boy would most likely never experience the hardships that most people face every single day. The most difficult decitions he had to do every day was not if he would share a limited amount of food with his family and all be somewhat hungry or eat it all and be fine, but rather if he would be nice to Molly and not try to sneak away and bother the other guards. "Molly, can you give me a lesson later?" he asked looking down at the helmet that coverd her head, his stuffed animal shaped like a dog covering a bit of the hole that let her see. "ooh! i want to try lifting your sword again!" he said in a exited tone. Despite the sword only beeing a onehanded weapon it is way to heavy for a five year old to lift no matter how much one tries. The two handed ones? Impossible beyond anything!




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
She were about to tell him that she had the herbs needed in her backpack but before she had gatherd the strength to do so Arcadius was gone. A bit fewrish she blinked. Despite her fewrish and dull mind she hears clearly that the woman shouted and got scared out of her wits. "Shut up!" she growled through her pain. "SHUT UP NOW!" she demanded looking at the sound of the screaming and crying woman. For quiet some time she tried to get her to be quiet but to no luck. The pain combined with the anger of the girl screaming and panicing made her foaming with anger. "SHUT YOUR BLOODY MOUTH OR IL RAM MY DAGGER THROUGH YOUR THROAT!" she yelled at her with all her might. This however seemed to work atleast. Probably from pure fear or shock. Wich one it was she had no clue of but she welcomed the silence with all her heart. Tiredly she closed her eyes just listening to the surounding area, trying to determin what was out there in the compact darkness that surounded her. If it wasnt for the ground under her back she could have sworn she was floating in a empty compact darkness. As she opend her lightbrown eyes she focused, gathering the magic in to her eyes. Her lifestring was actually getting shorter by the moment, and not only that, it changed towards a sickly yellow colour rather than white. Quickly she closed her eyes discarding the vision of her own pending doom and upcomming meeting with Ankou. Despite serving the mistress that everyone will at one time meet she really is not in any hurry. She could easly see her self living to the ripefull age of 40 or maby even older. Unless she made a mistake and poisoned her self. But then again she should have some type of imunity considering all the herbs she have been around since she was a kid. Honestly she wasnt sure what happend after that untill pain apeared as sudden and ferosious power of a winterstorm on open sea, leaving nothing else in her mind and body. The twig she had in her mouth snapped in three before she blacked out. Honestly it probably was for the best as she didnt have to be awake for Arcadius to pour boiling water in the massive wound. instead she just layed there, unconsious as he tended to her. She had no idea that he put her next to the fire and tucked her in, she had no idea about how he put down the other woman near the fire as well. For her, it was all black and silent.

Emont Corsini~ age 20 currently in: PP

Emont stopped and took a different path into the forest. He got out his dagger and made his Gelding turn into a gallop. Emont laughed as he bounced up and down slightly.

Annabelle~ age 16 currently in: DC

Annabelle wished to herself that she wasn't tied up. "Can the ropes be lessened please?" Annabelle pleaded quietly. She started to cry. "You don't have to....... It just is causing it to bleed." Annabelle said. "Never mind I am just a pawn." Annabelle cried silently and looked around. She noticed the fire and panicked from fear. It would find them!

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

"Thine prince can have thy sword only when he learns to left it then he shall have it for his own." Molly said in a fake accent. She swung the boy about as she walked, holding onto his legs as she did. The dog hampered her ability to see but not by much. "As for practice, we may after of of course we show our friend her around. Perhaps we can show him what you know down at the farm." Molly suggested walking in a strange bow legged style which slung the boy about. "I bet the priest would like to see such a sight as a young prince try his might at a real blade." With that she laughed tickling the boys sides.

Zarune~ 29 years old~ RG

He followed the two finding it hard to keep up as the woman briskly sped down the halls. Farm? Pigs were fine, chickens great, sheep though...they made his skin crawl. It was something about the way they looked at you, those eyes that they saw with. It was something about them that was just scary.... The priest shuttered at the thought. Quickly he regained his composure. "A farm? Lovely, I have always wanted to see one up close." He said with a shy smile. It was true he had never seen a real farm only herds of those murderous sheep. Once he even saw them trample their herder over a dog scaring them. Again he shuttered.

Arcadius~ 26 years old~ DC

He simply rolled his eyes and drew close to Agrona. "Just shut up, there's no point in you feeling so pitiful for yourself. There are others out there that have it worse off than you." He yawned. "Do try and get a bit of rest we have a long day ahead of us." With that said he laid down next to the girl and fell asleep.
Dusty sunlight filtered through the trees casting faint shadows about the forest floor. They were standing there, him and Argona though something wasn't right. There was no sound as the arrow pierced his kneecap, only a sudden force on his knee then nothing. Argona having been behind him reached his side quickly. What happened? It was simple. He had taken an arrow to the knee, meaning not only was his career over but a new life had been started. Arcadius woke with a slight start. Night still covered them, but he could sleep no longer thus he sat up till morning came.

Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG
When molly used her fake accent he couldnt help but laugh, despite trying not to. Just the simple act of trying not to laugh made him actually laugh even more. Despite how strict Molly can be at times she is always nice, friendly and really fun. Despite him actually not knowing much about the farm, he mostly just enjoyed it because it was something he didnt get to see often. "I wanna go to the weird clouds!!" he proclaimed with a wide smile and a exited tone in his voice. As his teacher spoke about never having seen a farm upclose he got a rather perplexed look. "You have never been at a farm?" he asked curiously. As it was now he had dropped all typ of honorifics to his teacher. No name, no sir, no master, no teacher, no your holiness. Just nothing. All he said was ``you``, something some people would scold him for. Not only is the man older than him, he is a servant of a god and the boys teacher. So for the young boy, despite his royal blood, dropping any and all types of honorifics would be seen as disrespectfull. One of the reasons he had been so bored and unintrested in the lessons given to him by the priests from Bells temple was that they would never let him forget that they were his elders and on top of that both teachers and priests to the king of gods. So whenever he forgot a honorific the priests would scold him. That kinda just made him less inclined to be polite and take his studies serious. And in the end they had all given up on him, walking away from a lesson never to return. His thoughts about his previous teachers were cut after that however as he snickerd a bit before laughing loudly. Desperate to get away he started twisting and turning. "S... stop!" he managed to get out while laughing. But it didnt help to be honest, not that he expected it to. "You are cheating!" she laughed while trying to get away from the tickling torture.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
What was probably only because of the fact that she was in a unconsioisstate she was for the moment calm and out of pain. Atleast she wasnt aware of the pain she felt anyway. But as it was her forehead was shining from sweat as her body handled the shock and pain however her pierced arm atleast didnt blead, the boiling water having helped a lot with that just as well as the herbs. Not to mention the cloths holding it all in place. In her dream, if you can call it a dream even she were just standing there. Was she even standing? It was compleatly dark and she feelt nothing under her feet, nothing around her. Desperatly she tried to say something, but no sound come out. With panic raising in her chest she tried to run, get out of the compact and neverending ravencoloured surrounding. This only resulted in her moving slightly there she was laying on the ground, near the fireplace. It took some time of her gently moving in her uncoinsious state before she left the eternal darkness behind by opening her lightbrown eyes. The pain that welcomed her to the land of the wake and living ones made her gasp for air as she twitched in pain. How long had it been since she had been this paralyced with pain? Probably when the priests trained her. They had pushed her towards the brink of death so many times just so she should be able to see the holy Ankou. So she would be able to recognize the embrace of her arms without letting them drag her away. yet this ... this feelt almost worse, or was it that her memory simply made it feel as if it wasnt that bad?

Emont Corsini Currently in PP

Emont stopped and got out the materials to make a shelter. He laughs quietly and starts to set it up. Then he heard noises in the forest that he was setting up camp. Someone had probably followed him and was watching him right at this moment. "Come out who ever you are!" Emont dared getting out his dagger. Then from behind someone lodged an arrow in Emont's leg and he fell. As he fell his dagger cut his arm. "Who are you!" Emont called. Then he had a dagger to his throat and everything went black. Emont woke up in a dank dungeon cell.
"What's going on!" Emont demanded and tried to move but could only go so far because he was chained up. Emont growled and sat down. He knew that something wasn't right. Someone had brought him here and now he was in a dungeon cell for who knows what reason. Emont tried to stand up but fell down. The chains were so sort that he couldn't move very far! Emont starts to cry and he tries to stop but couldn't. He lays down and cries for what else could he do.

Annabelle Currently in DC

Annabelle screamed as she felt a pain in her foot. She woke up and looked around but saw nothing. "Wh....wh...what's g...g......g......going on?" Annabelle cried. Then she tried to get up but the ropes cut deeper because she completely forgot about being tied up. Annabelle cried in pain and then laughed suddenly losing sense and was remembering her mother. "Is this how I die? Is this the time I join my mother?" Annabelle laughed. "Well I will take it for I can her my mother's sweet voice calling."

Molly~ 25 years old~ RG

As asked she stopped tickling the prince as they entered the vast library. There were shelve staked as tall as the ceiling with books, some just stories, others of actual wisdom. "This is the library priest, where the prince Sould do his lessons unless you have other ideas. We have a large variety of books here, many that you can't find anywhere else. Do enjoy as long as you keep things tidy and don't lose any of the books." Molly said setting the prince down. "Alright Cullyn where to next?" She asked kneeling so she was eye level with him. He was by far the cutest child she had seen in a long time, then again she hadn't spent much time with many children only young adults that she sometimes trained in the way of battle. She wasn't that old herself no, nor would she ever grow to such a ripe old age as the king but in her mind the people she trained were younger than her. It made he feel needed to be a trainer, like she had at least some say it the war if she couldn't fight it herself. If anything she would train the prince to be as good if not better than she was, that way he could pass her skills down to his children. It was unlikely that she would ever have kids of her own, frankly she found men to be over powering and stupid. Who's say was it that a woman couldn't fight as well as a man? She hadn't the answer to that but it didn't change the fact that she thought it nonetheless. It didn't matter sooner or latter some man would come along sweep her off her feet and marry her. With luck she would only be burdened to carry two if not three children before she was too old to have any, but that was only a dream. Maybe it was best if she just lived a lonely life.

Zarune~ 29 years old~ RG

His jaw nearly dropped when seeing the library. There were so many books! All of these books could fill a whole of the temple of Finn, and then some. That would be a sure fire way to make the head priest mad. He took a step toward the book shelf just as the woman mentioned the fact that he could view them as long and he put them back and he took care of them. Zaria's would never harm a book nor anything for that matter. The only exception was if something tried to attack him first then he would hurt it. Or if it was a sheep. Sheep needed to die by fire. Sheep were murderous. Resisting the urge to take one of the books he had yet to read he turned to the others waiting to go to the next big event of the tour.

Arcadius~ 26 years old~DC

"Take it easy alright?" The man said as he helped Agrona to a sitting position. "Are you alright?" He asked looking over her arm. It was a bit red and swollen but nothing too bad. "I need to clean it again and put more of that stuff on it..." He said more to himself than anyone. Arcadius looked up at the girl a slight smile twisting his face again. "Do you have anymore of those herbs?" He asked. The man waited a bit for an answer before zoning out and no longer listening. Good they needed to eat! And water they needed water. As alone as Wbony returned they could get a move on but until then he planned to stay put. That meant they needed shelters. So much to do in such little time....

Cullyn of the Sapling ~~ Crown Prince ~~ 5 ~~ Currently in RG
Two clearblue eyes looked down at Mollys helmet before looking around the massive library. His eyes got stuck on a book that he normally would be to small to see but right now as he was resting on Mollys shoulders he saw it clearly. In his head he slowly worded the text on its back. *the ... hi .... his... history ... the history of ...* he put his head to the side and wrinkled his forehead as he tried to read the last word. *The history of ... c ... com ....* with a determined face he gatherd his focus again but were interrupted by Mollys question. He looked a bit confused at her a moment, not beeing to sure about what she had asked. "Eum ..." he said with a bit of a dumb voice. What now? What did he want to ... "The kitchen!" he said with what he hoped was a calm tone. However he was exited and clearly really wanting to go there. "Zarune may be hungry sometime when it isnt dinnertime" he said in tone that clearly told everyone who heard him he was lying. In all honesty he just wanted some pasteries and if there was none maby a fruit or so.The young prince cleared his throat a bit and looked around with a look he hoped was innocent. But just like any five year old when he had a motive that was "secret" he were compleatly unable to lie, even if it would save his life. And just as fast as he had been focused on the book it was gon out of his mind.




Agrona of the Raven ~~ Poisonmaker master ~~ 22 ~~ currently in: DC
Her lightbrown, chestnut like eyes looked up at the man when she got help sitting. a second cleaning? Oh great! Just ... lovely. When she glanced up she saw a small smile on his face. That smile was a bit sharming, but the thought was quickly swept away as the pain made itself reminded again. "Yeah, I have herbs in the bag." she said as a answer to his question althought it took some time for her to be able to. "And I have bread in the saddlebags" she said before slowly forcing herself up on shaky feet. As the girl started laughing she looked at her. "Werry well then, your time wasnt meant to be here just yet, however, you are to anoying to have around. I shall grant you the relife of the sweet sweet death. I will let you see my mistress kind face" she smiled at the girl as she spoke in a soft, comforting voice. Almost as if she was a mother trying to comfort her crying child. If her horse had not run away she could have done a cermony out of it but her silvermask is now somewhere far away. So she simply pulled out a dagger. "Any words you wish to speak before you are sent to rest?" she asked.

Emont Corsini~~ Currently in Unknown place

"Let me go!" Emont demanded. "I demand you to let me go!" Then Emont gave up and looked if he still had his dagger. Emont found his dagger and unsheathed it. He bent his head and grabbed his dagger tightly and slashed his wrist. "Gods take this offering." Emont prayed. "Use my blood. So that the weak will become strong. So the starving will eat. So the deaf will hear. And so the mute will speak." Emont then dropped his dagger. He looked as his blood as it seeped into the cracks of the floor. Emont then let a tear go down his face. Then he looked at his dagger and then he looks at the prison door. The door shook a bit and then it opened slightly. Emont laughed weakly and then went unconscious.

Annabelle~~ Currently in PP

"I don't care." Annabelle laughed. She was no longer in control. Annabelle was like an animal which is starved. She laughed not in fear but she in madness and insanity.