The Kingdom's Struggle (RP Thread)

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    Helgraf looked around at the others on the wagon, the others unlucky enough to be brought into the king's military... something all young men and women worried about. If you reached the age of thirty you were safe, but when you reached twenty you were in constant terror you would be taken away, as he had been now, to fight for the king in whatever place he commanded. The cart's wheels creaked as it continued on, the driver occasionally whipping the horses to keep them going.

    Klari had her fists clenched in her laugh, staring up at the sky. She was the youngest someone could be to be taken away, and she already joined to army. Goodbye street fights, goodbye tavern... Her life was left behind, and quite frankly, it could be over. She lowered her emerald gaze, eyes scanning over the others who had been taken. Some she recognized from the tavern, some she had never seem before, and some she couldn't remember where she had seen them. This whole thing was going out of control, but at least she still had her sword. It had been her since the age of fourteen when someone had bet that she couldn't beat them. She had bet her life, and since she was still there, it was evident that she had won.

    Arnina nervously breathed in and out. Behind her mask of pure white terror she was sheathing mad. Those treacherous noble family turned her in before she could even blink. Good thing she had given them a good dose of Viper's tongue. They were dead by now no doubt. Holding her small short short next to her along with a bag around her shoulder, holding all her poisons she could fit. She also had some knives in the bag as well. But, she still seemed rather afraid of what was coming.

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    Helgraf turned to the source of the voice, "Looking for? Hmm... love, adventure... wealth... you know, the usual stuff." He spoke jokingly, chuckling despite the fact that he felt extremely uneasy on the rickety, creaking cart.


    (Low muse for this, sorry it's so short, but I'm actually working on a novel in progress that I'm making!)

    Upon hearing voices, she turned her head to stare at the two men with bright green eyes. How could someone be laughing during a time like this? She sighed softly, looking down at her wrists with a thoughtful expression on her lightly tanned face. She wondered where they would get posted, and what they would be doing. She might as well try to get to know some people. "Not so sure you're gonna find that here, mate," she said with a small, friendly, smirk on her face and a slightly accented voice. She looked up at the sky again, trying to decide where they were going.


    Ooc: How exciting!

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    Klari looked up, laughing slightly. She could take a good joke, especially one about women. It went right past her, since she knew that she would have a fair shot at any fight she was pointed to. She trusted in her own abilities, and didn't care if anyone else did. "Cause I was taken from it," She joked right back with a small, friendly, smirk remaining on her face. She ran her fingers through her brown hair, musing to herself that this wasn't completely false. She had been taken from the tavern when someone gave a tip to the guards that she was one h*ll of a fighter.

    Helgraf looked at Klari, a sudden look of realization dawning on his face, "You're that girl from the tavern who people say used to fight on the sides! Not surprised they knew about it if I do... hear you're real good with a blade, girl. Let's hope you live up to the rumors, eh? Though I have to admit you're also one hell of a singer at the tavern!" It was good to see someone that he recognized on this cart, which was beginning to slow down as they reached their destination.

    Klari looked at him, raising an eyebrow. She felt as though she remembered him as well... Hard to say what she had done. "I guess I wasn't sneaky enough, but trust me... They will," She mused with a small laugh and a shake of her head. "As for the complements, I thank you," She said, mimicking a regal bow in her seated position. She was a good spirited girl, loving to socialize and mess around. She wasn't the most serious person out a fight, but was known to be quite violent and serious when in one. This was another reason she was nicknamed the Crimson Queen.

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    Helgraf chuckled and leaned back, "I'm just a guardsmen... nothing special, truly. Not even one of the best guardsmen either, just an average man who worked to protect his home." He was proud of being a guardsmen, and felt that some people owed him for the amount of time he spent ensuring that them and their family were safe... of course, he'd only ever dealt with a couple pickpockets and helped fight off one bandit raid. Certainly not the career of a hero.

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    Helgraf chuckled, "I'm not one for breaking crimes... but I do enjoy a 'criminal' amount of ale, and maybe being just that bit too friendly with a tavern wench or two." He chuckled, and continued, "And of course the companionship of the other guards is welcome, which resulted in many drunken nights singing in the tavern... much to the disliking of our tavern performer here who was meant to be singing!"

    Klari laughed a little shaking her head as she looked at Helgarf with an amused expression. "Not everyone can live a crazy life, but you'll start to have one if you keep bringing up my singing!" She mused, leaning back with a smile. This was an empty, and joking, threat. "Name's Klari, by the way. I can see some gain from getting to know two people, so there ya go," She added, crossing her legs. "And since you're so interested in stories... Tell us yours," She said to him, expecting some big climatic story. He looked like the type.

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    Klarissa, who immediately noticed his discomfort, cleared her throat quickly. She liked to help people out, and felt like she had to do that at this moment. "Well, you already pieced my life together. I started street fighting in the slums, taking after my father, at an early age. I lost a few fights in the beginning, but I learned by skill sets. Haven't lost one of those d*mned fights since," she said, laughing softly. "I began working in the tavern to keep the guards off my trail, which didn't seem to work."

    Helgraf's eyes widened, "A harlot you say?... I've had a few... encounters with such women, of course I was usually taking them to jail because they'd done something illegal besides their profession." He didn't mean to insult the man, he'd had... a similar rough time with his family which he didn't really share often.

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    Klari nodded her head, lifting her chin up in a proud way. "If anyone doubted that, I'd prove them wrong. Glad you chose the right option," she said with a wink and a laugh. She smirked slightly, tapping her knee with her pointer finger. She wondered how far they were going to go, and how much longer they were going to be staying in the rickety wagon. It was beginning to get uncomfortable and kept shifting in her small seat. It was lucky she had a slender form, or else she wouldn't even fit in the seat.