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Fantasy The Dragon of The North

Calcifer said:
"For your information, it means divine strength. I have strength for battle, so it is threatening." She disagreed with him, actually having evidence to back up her answer...Unlike him... "And it is not just strength...It is divine strength." Astrid nodded at Sir William Bennett with her arms crossed.
@XxLuluxX
...PSST...Its 'Sir Bennett William'. Bennett is his first name, and he's addressed by his last
 
-Typical people of the south; never hunting their own food, Uki said, although she could sympathise with the woman a little. Shadowmere could probably summon fear amongst some enemies, even it if was the weak minded ones. She then looked at Bennett, surprised that he didn't understand what was wrong with his name.


@Calcifer
 
Cyra only took some extra arrows with her just in case she didn’t have enough, but felt very well equipped over all. Then they were taken to the stables, to choose a horse. Cyra looked at all the horses, but had no idea which one to choose. Then she noticed a Haflinger mare in the back and started to walk towards it. It was a beautiful horse and seemed to be very fit and strong. She looked it in the eye as she took the reins and tried to lead it outside, but the mare just kept standing still not moving an inch. She tried again and this time it did move. Have gave a tug on the reins, which almost made her fall over. She decided she needed another strategy. She had heard someone say once that some horses didn’t liked to be looked at when lead outside, so she decided tried that. She took the reins firmly in her hand and started walking away without looking at the mare and to her delight it followed her without hesitating this time. She lead it outside and patted its neck. ‘Well, I am going to call you Tug’ she said.
 
Astrid heard what the tribal woman had said. "Actually, I do not know where I am from. I was found somewhere in the north, so do not mistake me as a lazy bastard. Above all, certainly do not lump me in with that category." She replied with, hoping Astrid would make the woman understand.


@SdrawcabDaer
 
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Bennett (Still puzzling over his name) Shrugged and decided to leave it, now observing the small dispute between the two women. "My name means 'Blessed' actually, by the way Astrid. So, you could say im a bit of a lucky charm, eh?" He winked, swinging his leg up and over the saddle of the horse. He dug his heel gently into the horses side, urging it on and out of the stable.


@Calcifer
 
Astrid smiled at his comment with what his name actually meant. "Well then, I will be sure to stay close to you, Sir Bennett William." She replied, now with a flirtatious smirk to go with perhaps an almost flirtatious comment.


@XxLuluxX
 
-I suppose that it would be unfair to judge you so quickly, Uki said, feeling uncomfortable with doing anything that resembled an apology. Speaking of names, I am Uki, which means survivor, as that is what I am, surviving the aflling of the North.


The short huntress could be rather dramatic without realising it, as she always took herself very seriously. She looked at the Cyra, who had just entered with ahorse called Tug.
 
Bennett now looked back, tugging the reigns to gently pull the mare sideways on. "Strange thing about names" He smiled, glancing down at Astrid with a laugh. "I doubt that. You're not exactly the delicate type." The knight checked all the buckled satchels along the saddle, and the sleep roll for cold nights. "Something tells me we might actually survive this... and I mean without tearing at each-others throats."


@Calcifer @TheDarkOwl @SdrawcabDaer
 
"No, but I do know how to have a good time." She contradicted Bennett with a smirk still on her lips. The thought of actually surviving this was a good one, especially when a handsome knight was involved.


@XxLuluxX
 
The knight ran a hand through his unruly hair, before glancing down at Astrid again. "Know how to have a good time?" He smirked. "Something tells me you're intending a deeper meaning." He replied, knowing she was obviously flirting. "Thing is about the north...It gets cold. Especially in bed" He joked, before chuckling. He took the horse in a circle, still laughing at his own statement.


@Calcifer
 
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Astrid chuckled at his joke before winking at Bennett. He was right, there was a deeper meaning intended as well as the more obvious one. Well, if she was going to die, Astrid should have fun before...Right?
 
Cyra mounted Tug, as she listened to Bennett’s and Astrid’s conversation. ‘Were those two flirting?!’ She thought, when hearing Astrid. After hearing Bennett’s respond she knew ‘they were definitely flirting. And she didn’t like that at all!
 
Ella heaved a deep sigh, then rolled her eyes to connect with that of Medina. The mare's white head dipped knowingly, while Ella gave a chuckle. "Should I?" She whispered quietly to her mount. A moment later, "I should."


"Look at you two, bantering like an old couple! Get together or get going."


Perhaps that, she thought, might shift this 'adventure' from talk to trail. As the though passed her mind, she called upon her pets, one perched atop the building from which they had come, and one discreetly on the far side of the stable. As she shouted,


"Come, Dread! Daze!"


She hoped the fluttering of their wings would not startle her mare, so she, for a moment, subdued the horse to keep her from spooking. She stroked her mane, whispered a complicated incantation and traced a small shape on the horse's neck until both ravens had alighted onto the back of the saddle, atop the bed-cloth.
 
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He then straightened up. "But of course, a knight on duty isn't due any of that." He said, rolling his shoulders. He looked over at Cyra and cringed slightly. "Sorry lass. Made it a little awkward here, eh?" He replied to the expression on her face. Ben cleared his throat, itching his chin. He turned to the other female, shaking his head. "No, no. I don't need another relationship. Not at the moment. I think i'll take this trip as a release from that"


@TheDarkOwl @Calcifer @Spazzycat101
 
"Hm. How sad, you seem to be rather infatuated with that one. What a pity you must reject her."


As Ella turned back to her mare, she hid her giggles behind her gloved hand. After another moment to secure each thing and to release the small enchantment upon her mount, she gathered her cloak in one hand and pulled it over one shoulder before she pushed off the stirrup and swung herself around into a sidesaddle position. With the motion of rising into the saddle, her hood had fallen off, for the first time revealing her facial features to her companions while she draped her cloak down by her side.
 
Astrid quickly mounted her horse, making sure she was stable on it. Then, she made the horse trot to hurry up to keep with Bennett. Then when she heard his other comment she felt almost...dissapointed? However, Astrid didn't let it show and she kept up with Bennett and the others. "Now. Now. Everyone. Just because you all secretly want Bennett doesn't mean that you will get him." She said with a slight smirk to cover up her slight disapointment.
 
Cyra quickly turned her head around, as soon as the sorceress spoke out. She was relieved when she heard she understood she had addressed Bennet and Astrid and that she wasn’t casting any of her weird incantation. Just as she was, about to agree they should get going she heard her mumble something. She looked back and saw she was casting an incantation, luckly it was only on her horse, but Cyra didn’t like it one bit anyway. Tug snorted, making clear she wasn’t a fan of her either. ‘well, let’s get going then’ she said, because when they were moving, she could at least stay away as far as possible from her.
 
"Infatuated? Do you know the meaning of being infatuated? I am not in anyway, obsessed with Astrid. If I was, I think you would know." He glared. "And as I have said, I do not want love. Its the last thing I wan't to hear, or see." Bennett's eyes darkening, shoulders hunching as he once more became cold and uncomfortable. Face dropping back to its stony expression. "We keep heading North. The gateway is half a days ride from here. I suggest we get a move on to pass it before evening falls." He called, keeping his gaze down. Of course he had his moments. Good and bad. Yet they were the extremes of each. Years of battle had chipped away at him, leaving the knight with a severe case of bipolarity


@Calcifer @TheDarkOwl @Spazzycat101
 
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Einarr trudged past the endless crowds of city dwellers. The air was thick with the smell of sour wine, baking bread, and lots of sweat. The streets were a maze of twisting, stone-paved alleys, all sloped upwards towards the great palace on the hill. Einarr made plans to return home to the North. Perhaps there he could find resistance fighters at Thuaidh, if the city still stands. The city stables soon came into sight, and Einarr instantly found his horse, Roach, expectantly waiting for him. She was a beautiful white mare, quick as the wind and strong too. The stables had kept her well for the short time that Einarr had been gone. He gently stroked her silver mane, then climbed upon her saddle. "Let's go home, girl." said Einarr.
 
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As Xamien looked up he noticed most had already gone to the stables. He quickly got up and put his book away to find the group outside. After inspecting most of the horses he felt somewhat bad. Most might have a harder time supporting his girth. Then an idea came to him, as reached into his pack. After chanting a few words a skeletal horse came trotting up from the ground and walked to Xamien so he could mount the undead beast. As he mounted it he trotted towards the rest of the group to listen in on their conversation and hopefully find out more about them.
 
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Jocelyn trotted in pace, not being behind but keeping fairly in the front. She thought of introducing herself, she couldn't keep a hood over her head forever. "My name means 'Snow', my name is Jocelyn Coldwyn." She said calmly and content. Her Northish accent still thick in her voice, and she stopped and tore down her hood, unveiling her face, showing that she was in fact, princess of the last northern kingdom(forgot name). She thought it was also quite amusing on how the two flirted earlier.
 
Bennett looked back at Jocelyn, astounded. "...Ah..." He blinked, taking a moment. "I would get down on a knee m'lady, but I don't think it would be sensible considering my position." His thick accent almost strange as he addressed royalty. "I apologize for my previous behaviour. I didn't know you'd be joining us." He bowed his head, in respect of the higher status now apparently riding alongside the company.


@DarknessSpirit
 
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Jocelyn smiled warmly, "Aye, no need for apologizes Sir William(?), if I had wanted you folks to know I would addressed myself back there. Please, call me Jocelyn."
 

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