Federoff
The legend of Groose
Inventory:
Twin Daggers, Leather Armor, Hat
Locations:
Forest
Tags:
Morgrim ( Morgrim ), Roxii ( Javax )
Guide:
Bold = Emphasis on Word
"Quotes" = Speaking
Italicized = Thoughts
Colored Italicized = Thoughts of others
"Italicized Quotes" = Speaking Thoughts connected to emotions
Notes:
Sorry for taking so long and sorry for the severe lack of quality in this post, I'll be better I promise
Twin Daggers, Leather Armor, Hat
Locations:
Forest
Tags:
Morgrim ( Morgrim ), Roxii ( Javax )
Guide:
Bold = Emphasis on Word
"Quotes" = Speaking
Italicized = Thoughts
Colored Italicized = Thoughts of others
"Italicized Quotes" = Speaking Thoughts connected to emotions
Notes:
Sorry for taking so long and sorry for the severe lack of quality in this post, I'll be better I promise
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong
The stone is cracked, split, jagged. Voice ringing with fullness from both worlds, guiding to the shining places that lay hidden past the dark. Just across the thin veil that separated the two worlds wisps fled and floated, like eyes peeking through the darkness of night, lingering throughout the aftermath of the recent events. Just out of reach they watched and listened as the the group argued and mourned among each other. Two of these eyes belonged to Crow. The boy who wasn't.
He watched from the shadows as those who were performed rites for those who were not any longer. The ceremony was short and somber, filled mostly with infighting between several members on what they should be doing. The boy could not help them cope if they did nothing but fight among each other. And so, instead, Crow chose to remain silent to the group and instead console with the wisps of lives past.
Upon his return he would find the group divided into three factions, each heading in a different direction with different ideas on how to achieve the groups goal. The first group consisted of Riktos and Wylloh, who had the smartest idea of healing their wounds before continuing to their objective; the second group consisted of Leon and Jezebel, who had decided the best course of action would be to scout out the city and it's inhabitants. The final group consisted of both the guide and the blind assassin. This would be the group that Crow would choose to follow.
And followed he did, maintaining a light presence as the party of three traveled further through the forest. After getting closer to the mines, the party would precede to stop adjacent to their destination. Morgrim would make a make-shift campsite for the two while awaiting the perfect time for them to strike: Nightfall. The young boy would perch himself on top of a tree branch and await for the signal to move out.
All the while listening to the world around him. Weave and woven, not whole but close enough. Something was wrong. Crow could sense the worry from Morgrim and the slaves from in the mines. "They are scared, scarce. Something is wrong, too many guards, who are they going to kill this time? A song crying out in the dark." Monologuing out loud once more, the boy who wasn't would turn his head to face their guide. "Morgrim. Something is wrong. They're more scared then normal" He warned the man after explaining his plan to Roxii and what he wanted her to do for him. When the group was ready to move out, Crow would jump down from his tree branch and disappear from view, before following Roxii to help her with freeing the slaves.
He watched from the shadows as those who were performed rites for those who were not any longer. The ceremony was short and somber, filled mostly with infighting between several members on what they should be doing. The boy could not help them cope if they did nothing but fight among each other. And so, instead, Crow chose to remain silent to the group and instead console with the wisps of lives past.
Upon his return he would find the group divided into three factions, each heading in a different direction with different ideas on how to achieve the groups goal. The first group consisted of Riktos and Wylloh, who had the smartest idea of healing their wounds before continuing to their objective; the second group consisted of Leon and Jezebel, who had decided the best course of action would be to scout out the city and it's inhabitants. The final group consisted of both the guide and the blind assassin. This would be the group that Crow would choose to follow.
And followed he did, maintaining a light presence as the party of three traveled further through the forest. After getting closer to the mines, the party would precede to stop adjacent to their destination. Morgrim would make a make-shift campsite for the two while awaiting the perfect time for them to strike: Nightfall. The young boy would perch himself on top of a tree branch and await for the signal to move out.
All the while listening to the world around him. Weave and woven, not whole but close enough. Something was wrong. Crow could sense the worry from Morgrim and the slaves from in the mines. "They are scared, scarce. Something is wrong, too many guards, who are they going to kill this time? A song crying out in the dark." Monologuing out loud once more, the boy who wasn't would turn his head to face their guide. "Morgrim. Something is wrong. They're more scared then normal" He warned the man after explaining his plan to Roxii and what he wanted her to do for him. When the group was ready to move out, Crow would jump down from his tree branch and disappear from view, before following Roxii to help her with freeing the slaves.