Fantasy Embark

[Skaal Priestess]

Freja Silver-Fangs

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Freja sheated her daggers back after using them for slicing some wolves's meat from their corpses. Those meat had far less delicacy than venison or horker meat, but nevertheless one cannot complain what the nature had given. After packing the meat in her knapsack, Freja continued strolling the soft grass of the meadow, basking on fading wramth of the sunset with Renly flying low behind her. Her task of patrolling the border of her faction area was done just yesterday, and now she wanted to do a little hunting game of wolves or trolls. She was just planning on going north to expand her hunting game when she heard some clamour between men. At first Freja wanted nothing to do with them, but as she looked closer she saw her faction banner and an unmistakeable features of a lady, Her Highness Princess Isabella! The masked knight rushed into the area where the commotion was happening. It was clear that there were two men fighting each other, but Freja didn't want to risk the princess unprotected, even there were already few men of their faction and the old advisor with her highness.


"Your Highness!" Freja moved quickly toward near the princess while still maintain her respect. Her bow was quickly unsheathed, readying herself to fight the men, because even if she didn't know why the commotion had happened, it was clear that the princess was angry. Her ebony arrows will be ready to be released in any second

 

[Tombstone]

Mercer groaned, "Is he gone yet?" He began to started to sit up so he could get to his feet. He twirled the glass vial in his hand, "I'm glad I didn't have to use this," He said.


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[RiahB]

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ISABELLA

Princess Isabella watched in disgust as the man ran away.

"Your Highness!"

Isabella turned her head to the voice and saw a lady knight running her way, bow drawn.


"Lady Knight Freja," She aknowledged, blowing a puff of air out, still angry. She looked to the hunter sprawled on the ground as he sat up. She raised her eyebrows at the vial and went to mount Shin again. "I do believe if we do not hurry, we will miss my welcoming party and I have no intention of doing so."
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[Tombstone]

The cut on Mercer leg was agitated during the fight and was now bleeding profusely once again. He limped back to Bucephalus to acquire some more of the alchemists rub to apply to the wound. He pocketed the vial and dressed the wound a second time. He glanced at the princess and noticed that seemed preoccupied with her own men. Mercer retrieved his weapons from the ground and remounted"


He called out to the princess, "I wish you safe travels, my lady. I'm afraid I must leave the territory immediately due to the fight. Good luck!"


With that he took off but he didn't get far down the road. His gash was more severe than he thought as it was still leaking blood. The color faded from his vision and the world began to spin. Bucephalus strode over a rock, and the jolt caused Mercer to fall off. He just laid on the ground motionless.


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[adrian_]

-Amice D'Ambrose-

She looked around the mass that had slightly trampled her, her crown making a golden glint in the sun. "Uh! Hello! Sirs?! Empress kind-of being crushed here! Y'know the one who rules the nation you live in? Yeah that one!" She'd push her way through the crowd standing behind the endlessly big wolf the other woman owned. "Err... Ma'am?" She'd tap her back staring up at her.​

 

[RiahB]

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ISABELLA

Princess Isabella gasped whne Mercer fell off of his horse. "Someone fetch him, please-"

"Excuse me, Ma'am?"

Isabella looked down to see the little empress of a neighboring country tugging on the edge of her tunic. "Little Empress. Do you travel alone? Where are your companions?" Isabella was beginning to feel overwhelmed.
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[Skaal Priestess]

Freja Silver-Fangs

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As one of the fighting men ran away she halted her step a little, and finally stopped after princess Isabella announced her name. She placed her bow back and bowed at her highness


"Of course your highness, as your wish." As she stood one step behind the princess and her wolf, briefly noted that the other man and princess Isabella had acknowledged each other in a way, however short-timed that be. Freja just wanted to lead the men when the man who took off earlier had fallen off his horse. Freja quickly ran toward the man, obeying the princess request. She briefly noted that there was another woman coming toward them, persumely on of the highborn lady.


"Sir please hang on!" Freja rushed into the man's side, slightly elevated his head and rapidly checked his wound.

 

[adrian_]

-Amice D'Ambrose-

She looked at the woman for a moment then ran off towards the North. "Goodbye ma'am!"

(Again, i'm in a hurry again, reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally sorry.)​

 

[Tombstone]

Mercer's vision began to return to him as the young knight cared for his wound. He could see her bandage it and provide medical attention that the alchemy rub could not. However, he did like to be a burden upon others. It was a stubborn pride that all members of the Braund family possessed. "Thank you noble knight," he said, "I appreciate all that you are doing but I'd ask you to stop. This is my dilemma and mine alone. Besides I do not have the time for this as I really must leave the Jarl's territory. Tell her ladyship that I'll manage on my own." With that Mercer began trying to struggle to his feet.

 

[Skaal Priestess]

Freja Silver-Fangs

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Freja adjusted her cowl as she inspected the man before her. He was obliviously quite a stubborn and proud man, for he was trying to stand even though his wounds were weighing him down. Freja grabbed the man's lower arm, trying to pulled him up to stand on his feet.


"Your welcome, Sir. But I'm afraid that I have to disagree with you, your wounds still need healing. I'm sure princess Isabella would wish you to be back in good health, you should come with us." Freja looked at the Royal Princess for a moment, "Of course if my princess agrees." She added hastily, not wanting to be improper by taking a decision without her Lady's consent.