[Roleplay] Perpetual Twilight

Alyss watched as the Prince started to climb into the small crawlspace behind the painting. Relieved that they were finally getting away without any more casualties. She was then witness to a small exchange of words between the Prince and Aervyn. Now was not the time to be fighting... However, the exchange ended quickly enough, so she never spoke up. Besides, it wasn't really her place, and she didn't want to impose.

"Prince Talis, perhaps it is best if you stay in the middle. That way, you will be in between everyone, and stand the least likely chance of being attacked", she said in a rather punctual tone. "I will go behind Aervyn."

She then proceeded to crawl in after him. Her robe making it somewhat difficult to crawl, and the sound of Aervyn's pauldrons scrapping against the walls were loud and maddening. Though, she stayed quiet, not knowing what was on the other side of the tunnel, and worrying about everyone's general safety.

Unsure of herself and her abilities, she crawled on hoping she could serve her purpose as a guard.
 
Demitra could feel the vibrations beneath her feet, enough of them to know that there was a lot of destruction going on beneath the castle's roof. Oddly enough, she felt rather tranquil in this setting, feeling that the senses of death and demolition reflected what was always on her mind. Anyone else would more than likely think this was unhealthy of her, but to her, it was completely normal - and she had many other Tyrant loyalists to agree with her. From the looks of her surroundings, there would be no hope now for the residents of Crystair or for the current monarchs. A gust had blown through where she stood, making her dark red hair flow to the side of her, and the atmosphere had stung with the stench of fire and blood. With the amount of time she has spent in the Umbra, this might as well have been the smell of clean air. She had grown so accustomed to it ever since she joined the Tyrant forces a year and a half ago.

Her eyes continued to roam around the top of the castle, bracing herself for any other Crystairians that could possibly come her way. Instead, something else came into her view - a small luminescent orb that had appeared through the roof in front of her, and levitated a foot away from her face. Not loosening the grip on her bow and arrow, she watched as a visual of the High Priestess Taylana appeared through the orb, a smirk clear on her face.

Come into the throne room. We have a task for you.
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Before she had the chance to confirm that she would arrive shortly, the orb disintegrated into the air, but it wasn't like she wouldn't come to see them. Taylana was probably one of the few people that were a part of the Umbran forces that Demitra actually enjoyed being with. The common lust of chaos that they shared had earned her a little more respect in the huntress' mind. Doing one more quick scan of her surroundings, she walked swiftly across the roof to one of the more least populated sides of the castle, aware that there was an alternative entrance there. She looked down from the roof of the castle for a brief second to see that there was an shiryuken coming fast towards her. Luckily, she was able to catch it between her fingers before it could slice though her skin. Glancing down at where it came from, she noticed a few Umbran soldiers looking up at her, looking like they were discussing serious. Stepping to the edge of the roof, she made her full figure clear so they could see who they were aiming at, and despite that they were fully coated in armor, Demitra could tell that they noticed they made a mistake.

"You don't recognize your own kind?" She asked them. Without waiting for an answer, she tossed the shiryuken back at their direction to see that to soldiers dodged just in time so the weapon flew into the grass, cutting some razors of it off the ground. "Go after to Crystarians, the ones running away from us, you idiots!"

Being smart not to retort back, the Tyrant loyalists went on their way towards the city. Even if she was a spy, she wasn't in enough disguise to be unrecognized by her own team. I'll deal with them later. She assured herself. Going back to the right side of the castle wall, she jumped off of the roof and into a shaded area on the ground, landing without any force repelling her from underneath. Instantly, turning the knob of the door that was often ignored, she stepped through and entered the hidden hall of the castle. Putting on a black robe to hide her identity from any passerby, she quickly strode through the darkness as it led the way to the main hall that was practically right next to the throne room.

Opening the next door she reached by a sliver, she peeked through the gap and saw that there were several Umbrans standing guard in chosen spots. Opening the door she was behind fully, she went into the hall, closing the door behind her. As she walked up the several stairs that led to the throne room, she could feel the gazes of suspicious loyalists on her; but they stood their ground, so fortunately for all the people in the room, there wasn't going to be an issue. The hall seemed eerily quiet. Had the fighting stopped already? The fun had ended too quickly for her taste.

She reached the end of the stairwell and used both hands to pull the handles gradually to the throne room. Slowly walking inside, she shut the double doors behind her. The half of the room that she was standing in had no source of light in it, so she stepped forward so that half of her figure was lit up. Noticing the presence of the most important figures in Umbra, she bent down on one knee and bowed respectively. "My liege." She said, the phrase directed to the Tyrant, Taylana, as well as Dark General Gennaen.

She then stood straight up and walked forward until her whole figure could be seen. Pulling the hood back so that her face was shown, a barely noticeable smirk formed on her lips. "You called?"


 
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(OOC: Made an RP post several paragraphs long, then I didn't copy the message before submitting it, then it failed to post, so I lost the whole post, forgive me if this isn't so long...)

As Crimson Wolf was following along with the group, from a ways behind, when he saw ahead some structure collapsing down, he increased his speed at which he was moving, outrunning everyone else, dodging anything that came falling down at him from overhead.

He slowed down after he got clearly past where structure was crumbling down to create a blockade against the enemies. Crimson stayed following the group from behind a ways and staying out of sight, until a short time after they came to a tunnel hidden behind a picture.

The difficulties caused by following from behind them a ways was starting to become rather troubling, as recently getting crushed was a concern, so it seemed time to present himself to this group and make his presence known to them.

"I am coming as well. There is little time to spare to stay ahead of the enemies, even less time to talk, so I will explain later." Crimson announced as he walked casually toward the others, speaking quite calmly, but very well aware of the seriousness of the situation he was now in the middle of.

"Unless you insist on an explanation now... But I advise against anything that would cause us to lose any valuable time. The name is Crimson Wolf..."
 
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Virginia followed behind the Prince, traveling down the secret path with the Prince, the Commander, the Assassin and the rest of the group. She stayed quiet, following the direction of where the Prince was leading them to. Of all the areas she thought she knew in the castle, this place was one that the Felidian had never seen before.

Yet it would be a matter of time before the Umbrans would discover it, hopefully once the group finds the end to this path, they continue to put as much distance between them and the enemy as possible. Virginia could not help but feel ashamed for failing to protect her home, just like she failed to save her mother from an Umbran attack and (in her eyes) a public execution.

All that mattered now would be to get back at the Umbrans for everything bad that happened to her.
 
The appearance of this Wolfman startled Henrietta and instantly, she raised Cuchulainn to the being. The other girl that had appeared already drew a slight distrust to her, but this beast man just threw it overload.

"I am coming as well. There is little time to spare to stay ahead of the enemies, even less time to talk, so I will explain later."

What manner of being has revealed itself?! A Wolf Man?! Your presence inside the castle and your lack of explanation reeks of suspicion...

As much as she feels distrustful, he was indeed right. There was no time to dally about. The only way to escape is to go, now. But the very least, the Prince will be sandwiched between the Commander and her fellow Royal Guards. These untested fighters could be Umbran spies for all she knew.

...but aye, we lack time. You are to follow behind me and in front of Lady Solstice at the rear. Object and begone from our sight. Otherwise, let's move, but i shall have my eyes on you.

Henreitta did not care if she was overstepping her boundaries. Even the Royal Guards can be tempted to betrayal with the threat of harm to something precious to them, much less civilians. Henrietta would much prefer it if the blade sunk into her back than that of Prince Talis. Until they can prove themselves trustful, Henrietta readied herself to strike them at the slightest hint treachery.

The commander and the Swordswoman had entered the tunnel followed by the prince, then Royal Guard Venierno and the Elf Rhodes. Henrietta purposefully planted herself between the Wolf Man and the forward group with Lady Solstice behind him. With her armour and Cuchulainn, even if he was to attack in such narrow confines, she should be able to block and congest the tunnel for the prince to flee, if the need arose.
 
"That's enough drinks for you. Now get out. I'm closing and getting out of this hell hole."

Orion stumbled out into the open, blinking as he held two liquor bottles in his hands, originating from the gratitude of the bartender. His eyes were unfocused, but after taking a deep calming breath, they re-focused. All around was fighting... and not fighting that he wanted any part of. So, what did our great drunken friend do?

Turn away from the fighting, stagger into the alley, and then cautiously proceed forward through it. His goal? Get out of the city. Without being detected, as that would mean fighting followed by more fighting. And while he could do decent parkour while drunk, it probably wasn't a good idea. Then again, he could probably outrun anyone in full armor like that full patrol of guards that just stopped in front of the alley he just came out of and were surrounding him and... oh wait.

"Fuck..."
 
Waiting as Aervyn and Alyss went through the corner, Talis leaned against the wall, tapping his right thumb against his left elbow.

It was times like these, when he was just standing still, with nothing to do but think, that ...well, he thought. And the only thing that he could really think about now was the deaths of his parents, slaughtered at his feet, murdered in cold blood.

He clenched his fists so tightly his short nails dug into the flesh of his palms and left thin pink grooves in his hands. No. He couldn't cry now. He had to be strong. All these people were here to protect him, to take care of him. They were risking the savagery of the Umbran Army to escort him to safety and keep him alive. The least he could do was stay strong.

Smiling and nodding at Henrietta in her protective stance at the appearance of the new... creature, he was not suspicious of him...or her...or it, though the voice seemed to be masculine, so he would assume it was a male.

"Um...I'll see you in there," he said, in what he hoped was a carefree tone. He didn't want them worrying about him anymore. He just had to get to safety. Then he could cry all he wanted. What an objective. To get to a place where it would be safe to cry.

Getting down on his hands and knees again, he crawled into the miniature tunnel a second time, shuffling along behind Alyss, who was behind Aervyn. How he hoped that it was safe on the other side, for if the Umbran soldiers had found this place too, there would be no escape for him. He would be executed along with his allies.

But this wasn't the time for such thoughts. He had to focus on putting one foot in front of the other. Or one hand in front of the other in this case.
 
The Drunk's Story: Chapter 3
"Since when do drunks roar like lions? Shit, run!"​

Well, this was annoying. Orion was now surrounded by a bunch of soldiers, half of which had spears. And all he had was his intoxication, his body itself, and two bottles of liquor. Well, now one now that a guard just tried to stab him and instead got the bottle in his left hand.

Wait...

Orion blinked. He looked at the bottle. He held the broken bottle to his face as it dripped alcoholic beverage. He looked up at the soldiers surrounding him, and his face became un-readable.

"That was my drink."

The soldier was a bit surprised that was all his opponent did. He readied the spear again.

"SURRENDER OR DIE!"

Orion didn't pay attention.

"That... was my drink."

And then, he dropped the broken bottle, threw back his head, and roared like only an angry drunk can. It was very close to a lion's roar. And it was LOUD. Orion had to have good lungs for what he did. The soldiers, startled, took a step back. The one who had stabbed out at Orion before tried to do so again. Only this time, Orion caught the spear with one hand, and balanced on it to swing both his feet at the soldier's head. No time to react, the soldier was sent flying, leaving Orion to land on the ground, spear in hand as he carefully put his bottle on the ground.

The soldiers began to advance now, irritated that a mere drunk had beaten one of them so easily. Of course, Orion was no mere drunk. He was the most bad-ass drunk you will ever meet in your LIFE! So, advancing on him in a circle while he holds a long-ass wooden pole with a pointy metal tip? So not a good idea. Specially because, again, Orion was the most badass drunk, ever. Well, except for his master. *cough* Anyway.

Orion spun the spear in his hands, and then he held it out as he spun on his feet, whacking all of the soldiers in the head, hard, until the point broke. That didn't stop him, though. He spun it back so he was holding it in the middle, and then he planted one of the ends on the ground as two soldiers advanced from his sides, and one from the front, making him guess there was one behind. Using his amazing upper arm strength to balance himself as he jumped up, he proceeded to perform the splits and plant his feet in the face of both soldiers. As this was going on, he tilted his body and head back just far enough to look behind him. Yep, there was a soldier there.

MORE BADASSERY!

Orion brought his back together and hit the ground, swinging the broken spear up to catch the soldier in front of him in the chin. The soldier staggered back as Orion brought it fully behind his head and whacked the soldier behind him on the head. The soldier let out a cry of pain, as being hit by a martial artist with a wooden pole does hurt, and there was a clatter as his dagger hit the ground while he clutched his head. Orion brought the wooden pole back around and slammed it over the head of the soldier in front, breaking it and knocking the soldier out. As the piece of wood he wasn't holding spun in the air, Orion jumped up to catch it, stepping on the chest of the soldier as an added bonus. He caught it, then planted his other foot on the soldier's head and flipped backwards to land behind the soldier that was just now recovering.

The soldier blinked, wondering where the drunk he was fighting had disappeared to. And that when he felt both of Orion's hands slam into the back of his neck as the drunk jumped up and performed a mid-air drunken version of the famous Kamehameha (or Hadoken, if Street Fighter is your thing). That, coupled with having two wooden sticks also hitting him, sent him flying, and also paralyzed him as he hit the ground next to his buddy that had been in front of Orion.

The remaining soldier took one look at the carnage, then turned and bolted before the raging drunkard could turn to get to him.

Orion dropped the sticks, walked over to his bottle, which was miraculously unharmed, popped the cap, and took a swig. He then went over to the spear-man he had hit earlier, who was just now starting to see straight, reared his leg back, and kicked him hard enough in the groin to send him skidding across the ground. The spear-man let out a pained squeak, that being all he could manage, and doubled over into a ball. Orion pointed at him, rage fading.

"And That! -hic!- is for -hic!- spillin' my -hic!- wondur full -hic!- drink, you rat -hic!- bastard!"

Orion then proceeded to amble over to the next alleyway, leaving the carnage of the soldiers behind him.

Don't ever touch a man's drink.

OOC: I know, posting earlier then I kinda should, but I'm not connected to you guys, so I don't really have a post order to follow. And when this popped in my head, it was just too epic to leave it.
 
Crimson crawled into the tunnel, following behind the understandably suspicious woman, as she had sternly instructed, and the Lady Solstice, as she was addressed as, would follow behind him.

He was actually somewhat surprised he wasn't to go last, as it would have him being the first open to an attack from the rear, if anyone somehow managed to get to them through the wall of rubble.

But he didn't dare suggest anything that went against what she had commanded, as he was in no such position to do so. He found himself hoping the most hostile one right in front of him, wouldn't accidentally-on-purpose have one of her feet slip back and kick into his snout...

"Your suspicion is very much understandable, and while my appearance may have been poorly timed, I will say that my only intention is to aid in protecting the Prince. But my words I am sure mean little to you now, so believe what you wish, I will prove my intentions are pure with time, feel free to keep an eye out for it."

He thought they shouldn't lose time from speaking a few words while proceeding through the tunnel, so in a probably meaningless effort, he spoke in attempt to reassure that he is no enemy of theirs, but truth be told he didn't know how it would be reacted to.
 
Rhade's green eyes met the matching green eyes of the newcomer. His mind cast about for a name unsuccessfully until he noticed the longbow.

Ah, Demitra. Taylana has chosen well.

Rhade leaned forward and steepled his fingers underneath his chin before he spoke. "I am glad to see you are here, answering the call of our Dark Priestess. The task I have is...uniquely suited to your abilities." He rose from the throne and began to pace slowly back and forth, keeping his eyes focused on the ground before him. "As you may already know, the Prince of Crystair managed to escape this throne room before his blood could be spilled. However, we have reason to believe that him and his ragtag guard are still within the palace walls." Rhade spat out the word "guard" as if it had left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he continued speaking. "The High Priestess believes that they will flee for the Royal Tombs. You are to intercept the Prince's entourage before he can enter the tomb. You may select twenty soldiers of your choosing to assist you. The Prince only had a few guards when he fought his way out...but I want no chances taken. The taking of the Prince is paramount to our victory...the task you have been given is of grave importance."

Rhade stopped pacing and turned to face Demetria. His eyes narrowed as he delivered his final instructions, already answering the question he knew would be asked. "Bring the Prince back to me alive, if at all possible. Anyone else who might be with them...grant them the king's justice." A thin smile played across Rhade's face, for every Umbran knew exactly what "the king's justice" meant...

Death.

Rhade brusquely sat down on the throne and waved a hand. "You have your orders. Unless the General and Priestess have anything to add...?"
 
The tunnel had begun to widen slightly and Aervyn used the first opportuinty to get back to his feet. He looked back ovver his shoulder and noticed that the prince wasn't in fact where he'd expected him to be standing, directly behind him, but in fact a couple of extra places back.

"Prince Talis, where are we headed now, we've got left or right." He stepped aside to allow the others out of the tunnel, whilst awaiting the prince's reply.

He rested his right hand on the hilt of his sword, as he had done in times of high stress before. Just touching the sword and felling it's power slowly pulsing away, he knew that whatever dark creatures or evil men would cross their paths would die by his hand. no harm would befall the Prince whilst he had such guards as these, Solstice was one of the best fighters with a pair of blades he had ever seen, and he knew for certain that the two royal guards would be able t hold their own against several times their number.

Now all they had to do was ensure the prince's safety, no matter the cost, so that those who survived could create a plan to retake the royal palace, and from there, the entire country.
 
Alyss followed Aervyn as they reached a new place in the tunnel. As she stood up out of the crawl space she breathed in slight delight as she was able to stand and stretch. It was then she realized how dark it was in the tunnel. Suddenly, she wasn’t so delighted anymore. It wasn’t dark to the point where one couldn’t see, but dark enough that one would have to squint to make out what was in front of them. Alyss was quite afraid of the dark, but she refused to show it, not here, not now.

She looked back at the crawlspace and held out a hand to the Prince, who should have been behind her. Her white hair now flowing somewhat in her face.
 
(OOC: Just a quickie to make sure Raye/Vikki/Justin don't get hung up waiting on my response.)

"You have your orders. Unless the General and Priestess have anything to add...?"

Stepping forward slightly, the Dark General placed a hand on the back of the Crystairian throne in which Rhade, the Umbran usurper, sat. "I have no further additions to those orders. But I will add a warning. Do not underestimate the Crystairians. Or those that you will find with them. These Royals have an - ..." here a pause, and a disdainful sneer, " ... irritating manner of collecting cohorts and comrades willing to defend their cause at all costs. Travel carefully."
 
OOC: Alright, it's another page. So that means... another chapter in Orion's story! Sorry if it's all dramatic and stuff, but it's a fun way to kill time as I detail Orion escaping the town (read: walking out of town leaving a trail of carnage behind him). So, of course, he'll be there. Do try to remember the poor soldiers who had ran so the bad guys get word of the most bad-ass drunk alive!

Chapter 4​
One man wrecking crew, RUN IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE!​

So, after Orion thrashing the patrol, he had gone into the alley. Well, THIS alley led to a residential type of area, full of alleys and very little main roads. Orion could traverse this quite easily, and if he was lucky, wouldn't get into any more encounters with those Umbran soldiers.

The soldiers were thorough. He wasn't that lucky.

As Orion ambled, taking occasional healthy swigs from his battle, he stopped at a cross-section of the alley, hearing something. A trash can being knocked over. Maybe it was just a stray cat, or some helpless man fleeing the soldiers. Just a total coincidence that it happened right in front of him.

Orion didn't believe in coincidences.

So, when the soldier popped up from the alley in front of him, sword at the ready, Orion wasn't surprised. The soldier was, though, when he found Orion putting his bottle down on the ground, jumping up to grab the window, and swinging to plant both feet in the soldier's face in a mid-air drop-kick, all in the 5 seconds it took for the soldier to register that a drunk was about to kick his ass. The soldier flew down the alley, stopping when his neck hit a trash can with a sickening "crunch!", his head at an unnatural angle. Orion leaned back in the air and landed on his hands, flipping backwards to land behind his bottle. Picking it up and taking a swig, he cursed his own misfortune as he continued walking forward.

As Orion walked, he began to drown out the screams in the distance, the startled yells. It was all just background to him. When he finally got to the end of the maze of alleys (with a few brief, small encounters that shall be not mentioned here), however, he found himself looking at a courtyard in front of the gate. Said courtyard was filled with soldiers. Orion crouched down behind a can, moving fast enough to not get seen.

"Damn.... how -hic!- does a measly -hic!- drunk like -hic!- myself get past -hic!- all these damn -hic!- rabbit-bred soldiers in -hic!- a wide-open space -hic!- like this one here?"

OOC: So... Orion now needs to get past a courtyard of soldiers. I'm pretty sure a clever drunk like him will figure something out.
 
Taylana said nothing, merely watching as her King gave his orders to the Necromancer she had so artfully chosen for this mission. Her slender fingers wound through her long hair as her crimson eyes strayed from the Necromancer to the Tyrant and then slowly over to the Dark General.

He had a point. Hell, he always had a point. That was quite possibly the one thing Taylana despised about her ... comrade. She gave a dismissive little flick of her wrist, sending her hair tumbling down her back, thirsty red eyes gleaming as she fixed upon the other woman. "There is one thing I ask of you, on top of this task our King has set before you..." her hand dipped into the folds of her dress, plucking a small glass vial from the silky material, holding it up to the light. "If possible, extract a sample from the vile Winged One amongst the rabble. There are a few things I need to experiment on with it..." There was a glint in her eye that spoke volumes; the necromancer would do well not to question the High Priestess's motives.

She held the vial out to her. "And make sure it kills it when you do..."

The Dark Priestess loathed Winged Ones.

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The hallway collapsed just as she had planned and as the others filed into the tunnel, Solstice quirked her eyebrow at the strange wolf like fellow that suddenly came amongst. Deciding not to add anything to her allies warning, she waited until they had all clambered into the tunnel before climbing in herself.

Oh how she hated these small, dank, enclosed spaces; but if it was the only way to get the Prince out of the castle... she'd have to do. As the Assassin crawled, she came up with several creative, bloody ways to exact her revenge upon the soldiers of Umbra, each one more gory and detailed than the last. Rage boiled in her soul, her eyes flashing an angry yellow even in the darkness of the tunnel. Oh how angry she was... So very very angry.

They had attacked her home, put her Prince in danger....

You know what they say.

Hell hath no fury...



[[[really shitty post but I had to get something up to prevent you guys waiting any longer]]]
 
Talis emerged shortly after the others, his hair somewhat covered in soot. He brushed it off, but there were still quite a few grey tufts staining his hair, leaving him wanting a bucket of water dumped onto his head. Oh well. Maybe he could splash it with some pond water if they found some? Was that hygienic?...

"Huh?" Talis was a little thrown off guard by the talking after the minutes of silence, and so the questioning sound came out as a squeak. Coughing to cover up the high pitched sound, he tried to sound gruff. "Uhhh...right."

He knew this place well. He had first found this place as a seven year old child, and had spent a few hours seeing where the tunnel led in all of its different directions. On more than a few occasions, he had gotten lost down here, and the Royal Guard had been sent out to find him, much to their chagrin. He had eventually found a way out of the castle when he had at last taken the right after weeks exploring the left, and knew that it was a linear path, leading directly to the outside; an exit that couldn't be seen from the entrance to the nearby city. The Umbran Army would have to have soldiers stationed to the east to be able to see them.
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OOC: Crappy post but I'm trying to keep things moving. XD Thanks for waiting.
 
Henrietta followed after the Prince into the more spacious area. Here, her tall pole arm had more room to be moved around. However, she was shocked to have found an entrance in which the guards had no knowledge of. For all she knew, enemies could have infiltrated from here..... Her thoughts broke when she realised that that mattered little. Regardless of this passageway, the Guards had already failed in their duty, with the Queen and King now laying dead. Henrietta began to slip into melancholy when she realised it in her head.

Pathetic! Snap out of it! You have a duty to perform right now, and you WILL do it.

There was no time to worry about her failures later. Shaking the daze out of her system, Henrietta sharpened once more, now keener and more aware than a minute ago.

By your lead sir. Which way do we head?

This was directed at both the Commander and Prince Talis. While the Prince knew the layout, It would not do for him to lead the group. She hoped that the Prince would direct and that the Guards would take point
 
Virginia followed the group to a more spacious tunnel. While it was better than the confined crawlspace they had to go through to get out of the castle, it would still be sometime before she could actually get back into a little more open space.

The Tunnels seemed to be winding, with multiple pathways leading to multiple directions. If it were up to her, Virginia would be spending hours, even days trying to see where each rabbit hole goes. But she had a job to do, and protecting the Prince is priority number one.

She said nothing when Henrietta asked where to go next, since the Prince has been here before, he'd have no problem finding an exit. Until then, Virginia will have to get used to confined spaces.
 
It's this way." Talis pointed straight to the right, and was about to move down the path when he realized his knights, Solstice and Aervyn would probably drag him back. He turned the forward stepping motion into a brushing motion, as if he were trying to get the rest of the dust and soot off his trousers.

He would have to be careful from now on. He had to learn fast. No time for stupid mistakes.

"Umm...you guys wanna go first, right?" he asked, tilting his head to the side with another blink as the right side of his lips curled up somewhat in a half smile.
 
Crimson Wolf, as he continued to follow carefully behind Henrietta (I don't think my character needs to have found out the name for me to use it, this is easiest to identify the character by, so long as I don't have Crimson actually saying it without having heard it), she and the others ahead of him had gotten to where it was a more spacious area, much to his relief, as he wasn't very accustomed to moving in such a cramped space.

He straightened up his posture as soon as possible, then moved enough out of the way of the small space that led into the larger space to be safely away from it and not blocking it, then proceeded to patiently await the others to advance further, then would continue to follow as he had been in the more cramped tunnel area.

Hm, I honestly have to wonder if that woman most suspicious of me seemingly of anyone else around in this group, will ever be able to trust me much at all, whatever I do... Crimson thought to himself, as he felt very out of place in this group, but there was an important person that he felt he would be protecting no matter what the cost, even if others doubted his pure intentions.
 
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