Take Back the Crown

So we are preparing too leave, the stone imp said with a grin.


Pip then saw in the corner of his eye a sack of dried peaches. His stomach now growling in hunger, the sculpture pulled the bag filled with the appetizing fruit towards him. Making sure none of the others could see him, Pip opened up the pouch in delight.


It has been a while since I have eaten anything! I doubt the party will mind if I just took one bite- what in the WORLD!!!





A greasy rat popped out of the bag of fruit, with the fragrant peaches jammed inside it cheeks. It's eyes flashed red with rage. The rodent hissed at imp and attempted to flee. In an instant, Pip's motionless arm transformed into fleshly skin and seized the thieving rat.


"Little thief!" The statue said out loud.


Realizing his mistake, Pip quietly gobbled up the rat and transformed his hand back to its normal rock shape. The stone imp hoped the others had not heard his thunderous outburst.
 
It wasn't long after he got there that everyone was ready to leave, so Bo probably only spent about five minutes on his feet before he had to hop back on his horse. He figured he kinda liked this guy who was taking the initiative to get everyone off their butts and finally moving. Of course, Lucasta's word was the one that everyone actually seemed to respond to (naturally, she was the princess everyone was there for after all), but, still. He was right. They should get going.


He wasn't really sure where to let himself fall in the lineup as they traveled. The armored guy seemed pretty well prepared to be leading the pack, and watching over the princess, and from what he could figure, the quiet, more shadowy figures who hung around the back were probably very capable fighters as well. While he couldn't assume he was surrounded by a group of experts and highly aware travelers, he also didn't want to assume they were incompetent. He really didn't want to assume anything, besides that they were brave enough to answer Lucasta's call to arms and adventure. With that in mind, though, he still didn't know where he'd fit in best, or how he could help best. I'm with a very capable crew. Wherever I end up shouldn't make much of a difference, right? ...but it could.


If he ever needed to zap lightning around, in case of an emergency, ambush, or whatever sudden crisis that could likely occur, it'd probably be best to be near the front where there were less people in the way (It wasn't like he was bad at aiming, he cause just... cautious).


Just make a decision and stick to it. Indecisive. That's what he was being. Indecisive because of an unpredictable future and the anticipated indeterminable and potentially innumerable foes.


Well. To the front I go. He rode his Arabian up near the front of the "pack," waiting to fill in the whatever gap there would be between the armored fellow, the princess, and the wagons that would follow behind.
 
Thora climbed up and threw her leg over the large, beautiful creature. She found the saddle uncomfortable, preferring bareback to the uncomfortable and rough leather but she knew that saddles could be pricey and she was just thankful to have a horse to ride. She held onto the reigns and prepared herself for the journey before her.
 
As they went further into the forest, the more sounds nature made. An eerie rustling in the trees. It could've been wind... But it wasn't windy. And this rustling was focused rather on one tree, until they continued to move forward and the rustling would continue onto another one. It was obvious someone was up there. The question was... Were they going to come out?
 
Lucas froze as he heard a noise come from a near by bag. It sounded almost like a voice. This shouldn't have surprised him, considering some of the people, or not people, who were accompanying him yet he couldn't help but wonder why the mysterious someone, if there was a someone, was in a bag. And, from the sounds of it, yelling at a theif.


He shifted closer to the bag hoping no one noticed and he carefully slid his hand in, reaching around to find the source of the noise, even if it wasn't a voice.


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'I feel like there's someone watching us from the trees.' Dorian warned Garrett. 'I dislike forests. It's like trees have eyes.'





Dorian's assumption wasn't truly wrong. A creature moved from tree to tree, from plant to plant, following the group. It could not be seen, for it hid inside of the trees, watching through the bark, hearing through their leaves, only someone with old magic could possibly try to sense it.


 
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Oh crap! Pip thought to himself as the young prince reached out for statue's gravelly form. Do not move! Stay absolutely still. And what ever you do Pip, keep your mouth shut!


Seeing the young royal blood's childish face, Pip found it difficult to keep himself from grinning from ear to ear.


What a sweet looking boy! Huh... I guess I might as well let them all know that I am a living- STOP! Pull yourself together Pip! It's just a child. You've seen many up on top of that dull tower playing in the muddy streets. No need to be enthralled by him... I must not get involved, especially with the boy!


The sculpture lay completely motionless as the boy grabbed him.
 
Valeiah was a good climber. She had been climbing these trees her whole life... She moved aside a little branch to look at the group. She was just waiting for a good time to strike.
 

Yaroslav stuck close to the princess's side, not wanting to lead her since she was not only the leader of this group, but also the leader of their land, and she know her way to the castle. The company finally started to move, the wagons creaking as their wheels turned, the contents inside jostling about making all sorts of noise. There was an almost deafening sound as a chorus of hooves clopped through the sludgy streets. Some people watched out of curiosity, some who knew the princess bid her a farewell and wished her luck. The guards slowly opened the heavy set gates, and the group finally left the small town of Brink.


They traveled for an hour, through the beaten plains on the outskirts of town. The grass was yellowed and hardy as they had no shade from the hot sun which usually shone in this part of Algoran. The longer they traveled, the closer they got to a forest, trees occasionally dotted the horizon, and as they pushed forward, the more frequent they became. Svetlana took a deep breath through her nostrils, loving the smell of the soil after it had rained, but also noticing the growing pleasant aroma of pine, minty and fresh. They entered the thick forest, and the deeper they went, this more tense Yaroslav became, sensing life, and possibly danger to their group, in every shadow.

 
Lucasta rode side by side with Yaroslav as they entered the forest. She couldn't help but look at the trees and the wildlife inside the forest. Though the village they were in before had some creatures, nothing there would compare to the ones here. She turned her head back to look at the wagon Lucas was in. She hardly saw him back there, playing with a strange statue. She didn't think anything of it, so she turned her head once again to the road in front of her. Though the sound of travel and progress made her happy, she had a feeling they were being watched, and the further they went, the closer the feeling became.

 
Oceana paused beneath a sparrow on a branch, praying to her gods for luck and guidance. Suddenly the sparrow chirped and as she watched the carts from afar Oceana listened,


There are others


The elf maiden furrowed her brow, thanked the sparrow and kept moving. Her hands twitched to her hunting knife strapped to her leg.


Friend or foe I must be ready...


 
The cat woke up and hopped down to the left of Svetlana, leaning against her. It felt something strange in the air, and shivered slightly. The cat moved slightly away from Svetlana on the seat and shook itself, taking on that metallic sheen again. It smelled the air, detecting the slightest hint of fel. It jumped into the back of the wagon, and sat looking around, on edge, but unsure why.
 
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Valeiah's eyes shifted about the group. One caught her eye, a boy. He looked very young. A boy probably being protected by the entire group. She leapt to the next tree so she would keep up with them.
 
Dorian kept flying forward in front of the group, keeping watch as he glided from tree to tree. 'Two people seem to be in the trees' He warned his mage as he flew over them.


'I should warn the others.' Garrett replied.


'No, we do not know who they are. They don't seem hostile. I'll go do something stupid.' Dorian shot back and flew off to land in front of an elven woman.





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Thora rode near the back of the group. She turned her attention to the trees as they entered the forest. She had been at sea for quite some time before this and it was rejuvenating to be back in a more comfortable environment.


It didn't take her long to realize that there were individuals in the trees. Though she couldn't really place the first individual (for all she heard were whispers from the trees that there was someone among them) she knew that the other individual was a dryad, someone not too different than her. She also figured that it wouldn't be long until the dryad made her appearance; if this new girl was anything like she was when she was younger, then she was probably going to cause some trouble. Thora crossed her fingers that her sister of the woods would be more mellow like she was now.
 
That's when Valeiah jumped out. She quickly jumped into the cart containing the young boy, she was very agile. Then she put a dagger up nice and comfy to his throat. "LISTEN UP!" She yelled. "You people are going to tell me WHO you are and WHAT you're doing here!" She looked around at their faces. "Or the boy here gets a knife through his throat!"


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The cat looked at the new arrival irritably. Then it poked her with it's paw and meowed. @Danika (Things are about to get exciting for your character if she isn't careful about being distracted by the cat :D )
 
Oceana s screeched to a halt, then danced around in the direction she had come. She faced the hawk in the tree relaxing a little when she recognized it's markings. She opened her mouth to speak


Suddenly there was a commotion by the cart.


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Dorian looked back at the cart, startled. He let out a harsh, screeching caw when he saw what was happening.


In the group, Garrett focused, muttering quietly under his breath. Though no-one would be able to see it, a little mana shield, a thin force field formed around the dagger pressed to the princes' throat, basically turning it dull.
 
Nameen had been following beside the wagons on foot, her way of avoiding as much interaction with the others as possible yet still a clear follower of the procession. She was exhausted, but the newcomer springing from the trees caused her to spring alert with a start.


Nameen shifted her sight so that she had a clearer angle of the activity through her one good eye. Her view was from the back, but she could see the stranger seizing the young prince, her knife point held to his throat. Nameen scowled. How could anyone threaten a child?


Nameen's hand slowly crept up to her shoulder and the sword hilt that rested there, just in case.
 
The fire mage had been following the group by walking, he preferred to travel by foot rather than horse. Mostly because he couldn't ride a horse to save his life anyway.


Then ferrix stepped backward from surprise. Someone had threatened to injure a prince and was loud about it, of course he would be startled. The man would normally have shot fire ball at the woman but considering the amount of flammable things and the Prince being there, it would be a bad idea. At the moment Ferrix looked at what would happen next, his fire ready to be used when it would be needed.
 
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Oceana gracefully clambered up a nearby tree and drew her bow. She notched an arrow and took aim at the girl with the knife, her superior eyes focusing from a distance with ease. Her breath shook with anger though.


I cannae believe I gave into such distraction. Now the prince is in danger. Stupid stupid Oceana...


She exhaled harshly.


No. I must focus. I cannae let things deteriorate any further.


She never let her eyes off of the assailant.


(Oceana speaks in a Scottish accent btw hence the odd Scottish slang word. I am trying to make it easy to decipher the meanings. I hope I am succeeding)
 
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Lucasta halted her horse, and her eyes widened at the sight of the attacker. "Lucas!" She screamed. She hopped off her horse and up onto the wagon, tackling the strange girl, away from ehr brother. She pinned her to the ground and tried her best to have her stay that way. "How could you harm a child?!" She screamed. She didn't realize before, but when she reached for the assailant's hand, the dagger cut her palm. She didn't bother to worry about it. and kept her pinned.

 
"I'm protecting my tribe from YOU PEOPLE!! You sent whoever here and killed half of us! Even my own mother and sister!" Valeiah screamed back. "I just want to know who you are!" She let out a breath. "I wasn't going to hurt him I just wanted to get some information. Even if I did slice up that little throat of his I could've healed it."
 
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Bo's head spun around at the sudden appearance of an attacker, and much like everyone else, prepared himself to strike at the greatest opportunity. At the moment though, there was too great a risk of hitting the princess, who was smack dab on top of the intruder, and seemed to have them handled (she did tackle them to the ground after all). The attacker looked to be a young girl, who apparently had a grudge at someone who killed her family.


"Whoever killed your family, it wasn't us." He spoke loudly from his horse, wanting to blow that lie out of the water right away. If the girl had come to them peaceably asking for information, or even simply watched and observed them for a bit longer to see who they really were, she wouldn't be in this mess. He did, however, refrained from saying more, figuring the princess would direct the conversation. So he made himself ready for whatever the girl would do or say next.
 
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