A Grand Adventure Indeed (PAFP)

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  • So in most cases you come here and are given a plot, this wonderful device which outlines the story you will be experiencing as one of the main characters. This is different. This is a story where you will control one character, and most other variables will in fact fall to me, but it will be similar to other such threads, anyone besides you, or even you, can die or be greatly harmed. I myself will not have a main character, I will give you a brief description of each person's appearance, and maybe personality, when you first meet them. Who stays by your side and which side you join is entirely up to you, but just remember that if you put someone in danger, the danger is real.


    You're in a small tavern investigating some rumors of an assassination plot, two years ago a press gang forced you into the military, after such a time you became used to being a soldier and when you returned you joined the local guard. The people in this town do not know you well, which is why you were chosen, you're fairly good at combat and know your way through diplomacy. The instructions given to you before arrival hinted that maybe the people in the tavern could have tongues loosened by ale. Your contact approaches you and sits across from you, a mug of ale in hand. He's about six foot one, his short blonde hair is unevenly cut, little do you know he cut it himself. A dagger of good size rests on his hip, and you can see the bulge of a short-sword hidden under his shabby brown cloak. He grins, his teeth are quite yellow, and you can't help but notice despite being a bit grimy and dirty he's not all together unattractive. His voice is gravelly, "So, you've come by to talk about your aunt?" 'Your aunt' was the code made to talk about Baron Pendington, the one in danger, just in case...

  • The young lady sitting at the table examined the room before being interrupted by the gnarly odored man sitting across from her. She shivered once he was in sight, examining him instead of examining the room. Noticing his lack in dental hygiene,and lack of a symmetrical haircut. "Yes, indeed I do." Her blonde hair shifting to the side as she turned her head to her left, then the right. The blonde spoke softly as she nodded. "About the..possible assassin plot..you know anything about it?" She tilted her head. "Or really, truthfully, are you too drunk to function correctly?" Ryann was the blonde's name. She was a sarcastic person most of the time, only nice when she's forced to be. She smirked before gently tapping her fingers on the table under them, she turned her smirk into a sweet, but fake smile as she prepared to either get a snarky reply, or a snarky dagger in the chest as a reply.

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    He leaned back, his name was John and he was destined to travel with this girl. She'd no idea that he'd specifically avoided bathing for quite some time to fit in with the rest of the patrons of the tavern, "Yes, your aunt's birthday is on Saturday, but I could be wrong." He nodded at a set of stairs leading up to the tavern's rooms, "Why don't we discuss what present we'll be getting her upstairs, to make sure no one hears and tells her?" He extended a hand, "My name's John by the way, I believe your name is Ryann?" He gave her another yellow grin.


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  • Ryann didn't like the fact that they used the word 'aunt', but she agreed with it anyways. She turned her head towards the stairs and started to sulk in her chair. "Upstairs? Really?" She looked back at him and sighed at his hand, not wanting to shake it. The way she looked at his yellow smile was in a sarcastic/grosses out way before giving his hand the same look. Ryann slowly took his hand, not shaking it like a normal person would do. Instead she took her index and middle finger and placed one finger on each side of his hand, one finger on his palm, and the other on the back of his hand, gently shaking it up and down. "Can we just..make this quick?" If John was going to travel with her, he'd have to get used to her being sarcastic, snarky, and over the top about most things.

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    John chuckled, then glanced around the tavern carefully, gaze lingering on the corner. He leaned in towards the girl and whispered, "We're going to head upstairs and climb out the window of a room I rented out, someone's been watching us the entire time, and I doubt he's just a visitor..." His voice was serious now, and he didn't wait for a response, grabbing her by one shoulder and practically pushing her along into a small, cramped room. He motioned for her to remain silent, and then turned to lock the door, listening for the sound of footsteps before speaking again, his cheery demeanor was back, "I'll wash up a bit, then we'll go, alright?"


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  • Ryann sighed and slowly fell onto the tiny bed that was in the tight room. She nodded. "Oh, please do, darling." She mumbled, staring at the ceiling. Not wanting to smell him anymore, she covered her nose and brushed off her shoulders, acting like he had a hideously bad disease and it would be contagious. Ryann stayed silent after that, continuously staring at the ceiling until he came back, hoping he would look way much better than he did before. She thought to herself about how trifling that would be to walk around public like that, of course she had done it as a child but she didn't know better, and know she does. Her blonde hair is knotted but looked neater than his, symmetrical. Her fringe bangs fall neatly right above her eyebrow, she been needed to brush then to the side if they got in the way. Her clothes neat, and her bow is neatly carves in the curved shape its suppose to be in, along with the arrows. The wings of the arrow made by herself. Ryann was learned and was trained on how to be neat, and how her shots were neat, but her obedience needs lots of work.


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    (Its totally fine, I'm pretty tired myself! :) )

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    Johnathan went into a small room off to the side with a wash basin, and carefully cleaned his face and hair, using a brush to ensure his hair was in it's proper place. He also used a much smaller brush and a bucket of clean water to clean his teeth until they shined, he was a fan of hygiene and hadn't enjoyed going around as he had. When he came back into the room with the bed in it he looked like a different person, hair still a little less than perfect, but much neater. His bangs were curved to the left, the rest of his hair going down, except for the sides of his head, where the hair went back. He'd also changed clothes, the smell that had lingered around before was now gone, and he gave her a charming smile, "This is much better... so, you ready to go?"


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    Do you think we could convince Ali into an RP on here if we do one as Weather, Grim, and Ali?[/fancypost]

  • Ryann sat up, her eyes widening when seeing him like this. She pulled on a soft smirk before standing up. "Much better" She stood up, and walked towards the door, as she did so she brought both hands up to her head and moved them back and fourth each going a different way, this movement causing her hair to fly all over her head. "Its my turn to lack in a good hair do-" She mumbled, opening the door. Her blonde hair was all over her head, her bangs staying the place they were in before, but everything else had hair strands going in different ways. Ryann turned her head to smile at him before pausing to let him go first, so she could follow him. Ryann had to admit, she liked this 'clean' version of him, defiantly wont get tired of it.



    (We can try? I think he's on right now.)

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    He grinned at her and laid a heavy mocking tone on his words, "You look [b]real
    great like that." He headed out the door and down the stairs, keeping an eye open for anyone who's gaze lingered on them too long. He noticed one such man in the back, who was withdrawn into the corner with his hood up, the moment he looked in the guy's direction he broke eye contact.


    Xavier was seated in the corner of the tavern, hood up, eyeing the pair who had come down the stairs. He knew they were the blonde woman and the dirty man before, he cursed under his breath when the now much less dirty man made eye contact with him. He quickly averted his gaze, knowing that it was too late to not look like he'd been staring a bit too long, hopefully he could just play it off as curiosity.


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  • Ryann smiled a bit brighter when hearing him say that, knowing he was probably being sarcastic. She looked in his direction when noticing he was looking at someone. As they both walked out Ryann was staring at the guy who had been staring at them. "Whoo's that?" She mumbled, turning her head towards him, raising an eyebrow. She slowly started to fix her hair, it didn't look as neat as before but it'll do for now. "Also" She looked up at him once again. "Where are we going first?" She was acting a bit childish now, she had a habit of acting like that around people she eventually trusted, she cleared her throat when realizing she was acting like a child.

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    He answered her questions as she asked him, "He's a local person... I wouldn't worry about him, and after we leave this tavern we need to head out and speak with The Guard of this small village. They might be able to tell us about more suspicious figures." He smiled at her warmly, he had to admit she was quite endearing if not pretty, but he also knew that he couldn't fall heads over heels for some girl he was on a mission with.


    Xavier scooted back slightly in the chair he was in, still hoping they wouldn't pay him much attention... He was in fact hired by those behind the assassination plot to keep these two in check and hinder them as much as he could, he'd bribed one of the local guards recently to keep them as quiet and vague as possible. Thankfully this pair didn't know that the ones sending them to deal with the plot were also the ones behind it... He smirked, smug about his position in the situation.


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  • Ryann looked up at him smile, giving him a soft one back. She quickly looked away, realizing what she was doing, she forced herself to never fall 'in love' again due to other 'tragedies' with other men in her life. Instead she turned back to her sarcastic/snarky facial expression and stared ahead of herself. Trying to focus of the mission, focusing on the him when she had to. At this point she was continuously forcing herself to stare ahead of herself, only to be watching him from the corner of her eye. Ryann sighed and looked down, hating the fact that she had to force herself to do things like this, even though she wanted to continue to 'get to know' him better, since she assumed this mission was going to take some time.

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    When she suddenly looked away John just kind of arched his eyebrow, "Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? Just want you to know, I'm not trying to flirt with you or anything like that... I'm a taken man. Now, let's get going shall we?" He headed to the door and opened it, then stepped aside and gestured for her to go first. John actually wasn't a taken man, but he'd no interest in making her feel uncomfortable, or falling for her himself.


    Xavier grinned, seeing that they'd become distracted again, he helped himself to another swig of his mug of ale. He also picked up one of the strange looking shell creatures on his plate, carefully popping out the still living creature and downing it. The creatures on his plate, which are cousins of clams, were called Suckerlies, named after the fact that most would suck the things out of their shell so they could eat it.


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  • Ryann looked up at him once again, letting him finish speaking. Once he had spoke the word 'taken' her heart slowed down, beating quickly when he started to speak to her. The slight shocking pain in her chest caused her voice to crack. "Oh, yeah. I'm fine! You're not making me uncomfortable!" This would be the first time she'd had her voice crack in a long time. "The only way you'd ever make me uncomfortable is if you don't take a bath in three days." She pulled on a somewhat fake smile, but everyone and their grandparents could tell that her laugh was fake. Forcing herself to laugh, she looked back down quickly looking down at the ground as she walked in first. Ryann forced herself not to let the word 'taken' get to her, but it slowly started to, she slowly had gotten that feeling of wanting to be alone.

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    He didn't mention her obviously fake laugh as he exited the door behind her, sighing, this was going to be a long mission... "Alright, so first we need to track down the head of the guard." He looked down the road and pointed at a long, stone building, "That, I believe, is the barracks... Hopefully the men inside will be willing to help us out with our situation." He was still trying to be careful about who heard him.


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  • Ryann sighed and nodded. She was always gripping tightly onto her bow, her arrows in a pack on her back. She would always be mentally prepared to shoot if anything went down at all. Ryann, at this point felt lazy, hoping this part of the mission wouldn't last long. She looked towards the tower and sighed once more, hoping those men up there wouldn't be obnoxious and high off of ale. Knowing most of the guards do that. "Let's make this quick." She mumbled, her voice going back to her low and matured tone, not bothering to face him anymore, his attractive look would just break her new 'flow' she was forcing to keep, and not break.

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    John rolled his eyes, knowing she wasn't looking at him... He started off down the road, more tense than he had been before. They reached the barracks in no time, and before even stepping John could smell the reek of ale. He looked over his shoulder at Ryann, "You might wanna stay out here... men who've had as much ale as the men in here obviously had aren't exactly... safe for women to be around." He slowly entered the barracks, almost instantly regretting doing so, the smell hit him like a punch, and he winced.


    Xavier exited the tavern after they left, his plate of Suckerlies left behind without hesitation, he had a vial of poison intended for Baron Pendington that he needed to deliver. He was meant to meet them behind the barracks while the two were inside, he hung his head, hood up as he walked past Ryann, hoping she didn't take interest in him.


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  • Ryann huffed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can handle it. I've probably been through worse than this." She followed him, giving the odor the same reaction. Before she had walked in she glanced at Xavier, rolling her eyes when seeing him. Ryann could handle the odor, her eyes were watering as she pulled through it. "As I say again, please..let's get this over with." She mumbled. Ryann also knew how to handle herself if one of them en decided to do something stupid, she was prepared, having her hand on the side that was holding her dagger.

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    When Ryann entered, despite John's warning, she was quickly sighted by a guard who did the classic cat call whistle. John glared at the man as he went over to get his friend's attention, the guard quickly stopped, hanging his head in shame. John then continued walking until he found the guard captain in the middle of an arm wrestling match, which he was losing. The guard captain was, to say the least, a well rounded who had one too many sweet rolls in his youth. Despite his appearance he was quite able, and he quickly took back the arm wrestling match, slamming the arm of the guard who had challenged him down before picking up a mug of ale.


    Xavier went around the back of the barracks, and dropped off a vial of a dark purple liquid, the poison in the vial was made from Nightendale flowers, which had been used for years for poison, or sent to someone as a sign of peace that was really quite poisonous. The flowers themselves were very hard to gather, if you breathed in their scent your death was quick, nearly instantaneous. The scent of the flowers was quite alluring, and it would not kill you until you got up close, the plants the flowers naturally grew on are much like Venus Fly Traps. They use the intoxicating scent to lure in and kill small animals with the scent of the flowers, and then devour them.


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  • Once Ryann had heard the cat call she rapidly turned her head, shooting a glare at the man to sent it. She watched John walk over to him, becoming a bit surprised when she had seen the man's head hang. She looked at John once again as he came back, following him once again. Once they had gotten to the captain, she paused and turned towards John. "What did you say to that guard?" She looked up at him with her arms crossed, wondering deeply about what he said to the guard, thinking it had to be just as bad if John made his head hang. She wondered why he did it in the first place. She believed, or told herself that a 'taken' man wouldn't have done something exactly like what John did, maybe something similar.