A carriage emerged from the Southern Forest onto the plains, heading south towards Gods-know-where. A dark elf sat at the reigns, with Celia, Jack, Rasha, Cyrus and Errol in his company. The carriage was open-faced, a displeasing matter to the dark elf, and the glaring midday sun likely filled the others with a similar contempt. The Lutharin Mountains in the distance seemed to grow as they continued their way south.
**Cyrus was sitting very carefully on the bench, grimacing at every bump and jostle of the carriage as it made its way down the road, though sheltered from the sun with a large straw hat and with a tan cloak over his thin cream suit, he was not particularly vexed by the sun.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Cyrus reached out a gloved hand to pat Rasha on the back.**
Cyrus - "Discretion, my friend, that's what it's all about."
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Jack lit a cigarette and stared blankly ahead as a thousand thoughts rushed through his mind. The man worried he had gotten himself in too deep, he was always keen at talking his way out of trouble and robbing the defenseless but never much for combat and the ambiguity from their fearless leader wasn't easing his tensions.
"For the best I suppose, I gather that secrecy is crucial to the survival of a man such as yourself. Tell me this much, should we be facing much resistance when we do arrive?"
Rasha
"Hope for the best but plan for the worst" he said giving Jack a meaningful elbow "If things do go south, stick close to me silver tongue, I'll watch your back."
**Celia for her part appeared to have missed the carriages small talk, as she sat rather comfortably reading one of her books, this one was titled:Numerology and Gramatica, and the mage looked deeply engrossed, though she caught everything that passed between her group mates.**
Errol was reclined with his head almost hanging out of the carriage, soaking up what he could of the sunlight and breathing in the fresh air afforded them by the open nature of their conveyance.
Rasha
He unsheaths his rifle casually and checks that it's in working order before laying it in a comfortable position on his knee. "We've got company." He says offhandedly. "Fetch, Why don't you find your way under the carriage?" The squirrel scurried off to find a place to cling to underneath.
"No company is expected or welcomed." The dark elf gave their horse a lash with the reigns. The steed picked up pace, but the rider was still gaining on them.
Rasha
"Would you like him dealt with now, or would you hear what he has to say?" As he asks he eases himself into firing position taking careful aim on the horse.
**Cyrus turned white and pulled the brim of his hat down around his head.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
With another lash of the reigns, the elf brought the horses to a whiny and the carriage to a stop. "No one should know who we are or where we are heading. He might be a passerby. If not, my master will want to learn how he knows of us."
Errol opened one of his eyes for just long enough to get a look at the approaching rider before closing it again. Having the whole group be visibly on guard would make them seem suspicious.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
He sat in the rear of the cart leaned against the back. "So how far are we travelling?"
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Cyrus - "Discretion, my friend, that's what it's all about."
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
"Hmph" He shrugged and lay back and played a game of hide the nut with Fetch.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
"For the best I suppose, I gather that secrecy is crucial to the survival of a man such as yourself. Tell me this much, should we be facing much resistance when we do arrive?"
Jack
Allona
Stoz
"Hope for the best but plan for the worst" he said giving Jack a meaningful elbow "If things do go south, stick close to me silver tongue, I'll watch your back."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
He unsheaths his rifle casually and checks that it's in working order before laying it in a comfortable position on his knee. "We've got company." He says offhandedly. "Fetch, Why don't you find your way under the carriage?" The squirrel scurried off to find a place to cling to underneath.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Errol- Were we expecting company?
"Would you like him dealt with now, or would you hear what he has to say?" As he asks he eases himself into firing position taking careful aim on the horse.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Jack
Allona
Stoz
"That's the spirit silver tongue, you've a little fight in you after all!" He grinned while keeping his eye down the sights.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
The man rubbed his prosthetic pinky inside of his leather glove.
"Although I can't say it tends to go well."
Jack
Allona
Stoz
He lowers the rifle, but keeps it ready. He awaits one of the more skilled diplomats to engage the rider.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.