FANTASY-NO MAGIC

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

2 hours ago, J. Magi said:

A few minutes after dawn, August and July entered the inn and joined her at her table.

They both were covered in a layer of dust, and it was clear they'd spent all night digging and hadn't slept.

"I'll have to buy a change of clothes . . ." August mumbled to himself as he lay his head on the table. July at least, looked functional, but August was clearly exhausted. A vigorous duel, constant worrying, and no sleep was hard even on him.

"It's a good thing we're riding there and not walking," July said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Ma'tani looked at them in pity, but didn't say anything.

Best to leave them alone at a time like this.

"Whenever you're ready," she said to them.

[Mags she/they]

29 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

Ma'tani looked at them in pity, but didn't say anything.

Best to leave them alone at a time like this.

"Whenever you're ready," she said to them.

July nodded.

"I just need to gather up my stuff . . . Yua, I have a change of clothes you can borrow," He said, poking him.

August nodded, his eyes still closed.

"We'll be right back."

They both left upstairs, to gather their things and change.

[Mags she/they]

Spoiler

I don't want it to die . . . and wyrmie is back sooo

July and August came down from the second floor after several minutes. They had both changed into some spare clothes July had had on him. The tunic and hose were clearly too big for August, if only because of July's height, but it was good enough.

They got their horses ready for the journey, and loaded July's bags onto one of them. They'd decided to ride on the same horse, and use the other one as a pack animal. That way August could lean on July and maybe get some sleep while they traveled.

They were completely ready to go within the hour. July poked his head in the tavern to let everyone know so they could get started.

@Through The Living Glass @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @TheRavenHasLanded @anyone else

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Right after dawn, a few miles from the village

"That's it?" October growled. A hot rage filled his heart, threatening to overflow. Here he'd thought she was just a few hours late but . . .

The poor scribe that had gone with September nodded, adjusting his glasses nervously. He was covered in mud and had run all the way there from the village.

"You don't have . . . oh I don't know . . . any USEFUL information!?" 

He took a ragged breath trying to control himself. They had no leads other then a stinky little village and August had probably left already.

The scribe just stared at the floor. "I . . . already told you what I saw . . ."

"WELL YOU DIDN'T SEE ENOUGH!" October ran a shaky hand through his beard. "YOU CAN'T JUST TELL ME MY COMPANION IS DEAD AND-"

"Oh go easy on him, no one expected August to have help," June said lightly from where he was seated in corner of the tent. He had his feet propped up on the map table, studying a small glittering piece of jewelry in his hand. His loose black hair was long enough to touch the floor.

"What are we supposed to do now? August isn't just going through a phase anymore, this is an act of rebellion!"

And he'd decided to start things with quite a fanfare, hadn't he? Not money laundering, not smuggling operations, no he had  to start with murder.

"Maybe," June replied, eyes still focused on his hand. Between his fingers was an ornate earing made of pearls. The scribe had picked it up as he ran away. September had been wearing the pair yesterday evening, before she'd gone off on her own. "But it's not like things will change. So he killed someone. So what? We already knew he was good at that."

October waved an absent hand at the scribe, dismissing him. The small man rushed out of the tent, clearly relieved to get away.

"He didn't just kill someone, he killed SEPTEMBER." October didn't care if August made a mess as long as he didn't have to clean it up. Something like this would completely derail his planned campaigns.

"Father'll appoint a new one in a few months. He likes his perfect numbers and 11 doesn't quite work." June swung his legs off the table and dropped the earing on a map he'd ruined with his boots.

"Don't you understand how big this is?" October said, restraining himself from yelling again. "I'm tired of that uncaring attitude of yours."

June giggled, "I'm the uncaring one? Aren't you the infamous warlord who's murdered thousands? I'm a bard, buddy."

October glared at him. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I just know when to choose my battles, that's all." June picked up his bag, which he'd dumped in another corner of the tent. 

"You lack conviction."

"I actually have a life?" He shrugged, and made a stupid face. "Plus I have far more important things to be doing right now." His eyes hardened slightly. "You want to find August, I don't have time for all this."

"Still worried about that twin of yours? He ran away without even telling you right? I'll bet he left because he couldn't stand you like the rest of us." 

June just stared at the floor. Anger looked childish on him even though he was the taller man. "July loves me, he wants me to find him."

"How exactly are you going to reach him? Sit on the side of the road singing a pretty little song hoping he'll hear you? You won't find him on your own." October brushed some dust off of his dark armor and waited.

June frowned, a darkness in his expression. "I . . . I . . ." His eyes searched the dirt floor. Suddenly, he shifted, relaxing as if he hadn't heard October's last comment. Forcing himself away from wherever it had taken him.

"Do I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaave to come?" He pouted and tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

October nodded to himself, playing into it usually worked in his advantage.

"Yes. September was your friend too was she not?" June made another face. "Nevermind, I need you to make August come out for me."

"So I'm the bait?" June neared the entrance of the tent. "That's lame."

October followed, grabbing his scimitar from the table as he passed. "I'm not going to threaten to hurt you or anything, I just know August will listen to you and I can use that to trap him."

"Now that's uncaring!" June exclaimed, laughing and waving a hand. "See?"

October just rolled his eyes, and played another card. "Father said you have to do what to I ask--"

"Yeah, yeah, Father this, Father that . . . I'll go get my horse ready or whatever." He slipped out of the tent.

October sighed, as he watched him run off. That man gave him a headache.

After giving instructions to a few assistants, the whole camp was buzzing as the company stirred to action.

Servants packed up the tents, soldiers fell into ranks, June came back on his horse.

A few minutes later they were off.

Edited October 16, 2024 by J. Magi

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

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I don't want it to die . . . and wyrmie is back sooo

July and August came down from the second floor after several minutes. They had both changed into some spare clothes July had had on him. The tunic and hose were clearly too big for August, if only because of July's height, but it was good enough.

They got their horses ready for the journey, and loaded July's bags onto one of them. They'd decided to ride on the same horse, and use the other one as a pack animal. That way August could lean on July and maybe get some sleep while they traveled.

They were completely ready to go within the hour. July poked his head in the tavern to let everyone know so they could get started.

@Through The Living Glass @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @TheRavenHasLanded @anyone else

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Right after dawn, a few miles from the village

"That's it?" October growled. A hot rage filled his heart, threatening to overflow. Here he'd thought she was just a few hours late but . . .

The poor scribe that had gone with September nodded, adjusting his glasses nervously. He was covered in mud and had run all the way there from the village.

"You don't have . . . oh I don't know . . . any USEFUL information!?" 

He took a ragged breath trying to control himself. They had no leads other then a stinky little village and August had probably left already.

The scribe just stared at the floor. "I . . . already told you what I saw . . ."

"WELL YOU DIDN'T SEE ENOUGH!" October's large beard he ran a shaky hand through his beard. "YOU CAN'T JUST TELL ME MY SUBORDINATE IS DEAD AND-"

"Oh go easy on him, no one expected August to have help," June said lightly from where he was seated in corner of the tent. He had his feet propped up on the map table, studying a small glittering piece of jewelry in his hand. His loose black hair was long enough to touch the floor.

"What are we supposed to do now? August isn't just going through phase anymore, this is an act of rebellion!" And he'd decided to start things with quite a fanfare, hadn't he? Not money laundering, not smuggling operations, no he had  to start with murder.

"Maybe," June replied, eyes still focused on his hand. Between his fingers was an ornate earing made of pearls. The scribe had picked it up as he ran away. September had been wearing them yesterday evening, before she'd gone off on her own. "But it's not like things will change. So he killed someone. So what? We already knew he was good at that."

October waved an absent hand at the scribe, dismissing him. The small man rushed out of the tent, clearly relieved to get away from the large bearded man. "He didn't just kill someone, he killed SEPTEMBER." October didn't care if August made a mess as long as he didn't have to clean it up. Something like this would completely derail his planned campaign's.

"Father'll appoint a new one in a few months. He likes his perfect numbers and 11 doesn't quite work." June swung his legs off the table and dropped the earing on a map he'd ruined with his boots.

"Don't you understand how big this is?" October said, restraining himself from yelling again. "I'm tired of that uncaring attitude of yours."

June giggled, "I'm the uncaring one? Aren't you the infamous warlord who's murdered thousands? I'm a bard, buddy."

October glared at him. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I just know when to choose my battles, that's all." June picked up his bag, which he'd dumped in another corner of the tent. 

"You lack conviction."

"I actually have a life?" He shrugged, and made a stupid face. "Plus I have far more important things to be doing right now." His eyes hardened slightly.

"Still worried about that twin of yours? He ran away without even telling right? I'll bet he left because he couldn't stand you like the rest of us." 

June just stared at the floor. Anger looked childish on him even though he was the taller man. "July loves me, he wants me to find him."

"How exactly are you going to reach him? Sit on the side of the road singing a pretty little song hoping he'll hear you? You won't find him on your own." October brushed some dust off of his dark armor. 

June frowned, a darkness in his expression. "I . . . I . . ." His eyes searched the dirt floor.

Suddenly, he shifted, relaxing as if he hadn't heard October's last comment. Forcing himself away from wherever it had taken him.

"Do I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaave to come?" He pouted and tucked a stray lock hair behind his ear.

October nodded to himself, playing into it usually worked in his advantage.

"Yes. September was your friend too was she not?" June made another face. "Nevermind, I need you to make August come out for me."

"So I'm the bait?" June neared the entrance of the tent. "That's lame."

October followed, grabbing his scimitar from the table as he passed. "I'm not going to threaten to hurt you or anything, I just know August will listen to you and I can use that to trap him."

"Now that's uncaring!" June exclaimed, laughing and waving a hand. "See?"

October just rolled his eyes, and played another card. "Father said you have to do what to I ask--"

"Yeah, yeah, Father this, Father that . . . I'll go get my horse ready or whatever." He slipped out of the tent.

October sighed, as he watched him run off. That man gave him a headache.

After giving instructions to a few assistants, the whole camp was buzzing as the company stirred to action.

Servants packed up the tents, soldiers fell into ranks, June came back on his horse.

A few minutes later they were off.

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Don't tell me there are ten of them

Niamh groaned and stood up. "Alright, I'm ready," she said, yawning. She walked to her horse and mounted up, then pulled out a brush and began brushing her hair while she waited for the others.

[Mags she/they]

6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Niamh groaned and stood up. "Alright, I'm ready," she said, yawning. She walked to her horse and mounted up, then pulled out a brush and began brushing her hair while she waited for the others.

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well . . . no there were 12, one for each month . . . but September died so now there are 11

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

1 hour ago, J. Magi said:

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I don't want it to die . . . and wyrmie is back sooo

July and August came down from the second floor after several minutes. They had both changed into some spare clothes July had had on him. The tunic and hose were clearly too big for August, if only because of July's height, but it was good enough.

They got their horses ready for the journey, and loaded July's bags onto one of them. They'd decided to ride on the same horse, and use the other one as a pack animal. That way August could lean on July and maybe get some sleep while they traveled.

They were completely ready to go within the hour. July poked his head in the tavern to let everyone know so they could get started.

@Through The Living Glass @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @TheRavenHasLanded @anyone else

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Right after dawn, a few miles from the village

"That's it?" October growled. A hot rage filled his heart, threatening to overflow. Here he'd thought she was just a few hours late but . . .

The poor scribe that had gone with September nodded, adjusting his glasses nervously. He was covered in mud and had run all the way there from the village.

"You don't have . . . oh I don't know . . . any USEFUL information!?" 

He took a ragged breath trying to control himself. They had no leads other then a stinky little village and August had probably left already.

The scribe just stared at the floor. "I . . . already told you what I saw . . ."

"WELL YOU DIDN'T SEE ENOUGH!" October ran a shaky hand through his beard. "YOU CAN'T JUST TELL ME MY COMPANION IS DEAD AND-"

"Oh go easy on him, no one expected August to have help," June said lightly from where he was seated in corner of the tent. He had his feet propped up on the map table, studying a small glittering piece of jewelry in his hand. His loose black hair was long enough to touch the floor.

"What are we supposed to do now? August isn't just going through a phase anymore, this is an act of rebellion!"

And he'd decided to start things with quite a fanfare, hadn't he? Not money laundering, not smuggling operations, no he had  to start with murder.

"Maybe," June replied, eyes still focused on his hand. Between his fingers was an ornate earing made of pearls. The scribe had picked it up as he ran away. September had been wearing the pair yesterday evening, before she'd gone off on her own. "But it's not like things will change. So he killed someone. So what? We already knew he was good at that."

October waved an absent hand at the scribe, dismissing him. The small man rushed out of the tent, clearly relieved to get away.

"He didn't just kill someone, he killed SEPTEMBER." October didn't care if August made a mess as long as he didn't have to clean it up. Something like this would completely derail his planned campaigns.

"Father'll appoint a new one in a few months. He likes his perfect numbers and 11 doesn't quite work." June swung his legs off the table and dropped the earing on a map he'd ruined with his boots.

"Don't you understand how big this is?" October said, restraining himself from yelling again. "I'm tired of that uncaring attitude of yours."

June giggled, "I'm the uncaring one? Aren't you the infamous warlord who's murdered thousands? I'm a bard, buddy."

October glared at him. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I just know when to choose my battles, that's all." June picked up his bag, which he'd dumped in another corner of the tent. 

"You lack conviction."

"I actually have a life?" He shrugged, and made a stupid face. "Plus I have far more important things to be doing right now." His eyes hardened slightly. "You want to find August, I don't have time for all this."

"Still worried about that twin of yours? He ran away without even telling you right? I'll bet he left because he couldn't stand you like the rest of us." 

June just stared at the floor. Anger looked childish on him even though he was the taller man. "July loves me, he wants me to find him."

"How exactly are you going to reach him? Sit on the side of the road singing a pretty little song hoping he'll hear you? You won't find him on your own." October brushed some dust off of his dark armor and waited.

June frowned, a darkness in his expression. "I . . . I . . ." His eyes searched the dirt floor. Suddenly, he shifted, relaxing as if he hadn't heard October's last comment. Forcing himself away from wherever it had taken him.

"Do I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaave to come?" He pouted and tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

October nodded to himself, playing into it usually worked in his advantage.

"Yes. September was your friend too was she not?" June made another face. "Nevermind, I need you to make August come out for me."

"So I'm the bait?" June neared the entrance of the tent. "That's lame."

October followed, grabbing his scimitar from the table as he passed. "I'm not going to threaten to hurt you or anything, I just know August will listen to you and I can use that to trap him."

"Now that's uncaring!" June exclaimed, laughing and waving a hand. "See?"

October just rolled his eyes, and played another card. "Father said you have to do what to I ask--"

"Yeah, yeah, Father this, Father that . . . I'll go get my horse ready or whatever." He slipped out of the tent.

October sighed, as he watched him run off. That man gave him a headache.

After giving instructions to a few assistants, the whole camp was buzzing as the company stirred to action.

Servants packed up the tents, soldiers fell into ranks, June came back on his horse.

A few minutes later they were off.

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...Dangit, you're making this enticing enough that I want to RP one of the other ones.

Unless you already have all twelve planned out.

 

[Mags she/they]

1 minute ago, The Bookwyrm said:

 

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I DONT

I WAS ACTUALLY RUNNING OUT OF FLESHED-OUT ONES

PM ME IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT ! ! !  !

Edited October 16, 2024 by J. Magi

[Scars of Hathsin he/him]

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Hey glass did you see my post on the last page?

@Through The Living Glass

[Through the Living Hope]

1 hour ago, J. Magi said:

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I don't want it to die . . . and wyrmie is back sooo

July and August came down from the second floor after several minutes. They had both changed into some spare clothes July had had on him. The tunic and hose were clearly too big for August, if only because of July's height, but it was good enough.

They got their horses ready for the journey, and loaded July's bags onto one of them. They'd decided to ride on the same horse, and use the other one as a pack animal. That way August could lean on July and maybe get some sleep while they traveled.

They were completely ready to go within the hour. July poked his head in the tavern to let everyone know so they could get started.

@Through The Living Glass @The Bookwyrm @Spark of Hope @TheRavenHasLanded @anyone else

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Right after dawn, a few miles from the village

"That's it?" October growled. A hot rage filled his heart, threatening to overflow. Here he'd thought she was just a few hours late but . . .

The poor scribe that had gone with September nodded, adjusting his glasses nervously. He was covered in mud and had run all the way there from the village.

"You don't have . . . oh I don't know . . . any USEFUL information!?" 

He took a ragged breath trying to control himself. They had no leads other then a stinky little village and August had probably left already.

The scribe just stared at the floor. "I . . . already told you what I saw . . ."

"WELL YOU DIDN'T SEE ENOUGH!" October ran a shaky hand through his beard. "YOU CAN'T JUST TELL ME MY COMPANION IS DEAD AND-"

"Oh go easy on him, no one expected August to have help," June said lightly from where he was seated in corner of the tent. He had his feet propped up on the map table, studying a small glittering piece of jewelry in his hand. His loose black hair was long enough to touch the floor.

"What are we supposed to do now? August isn't just going through a phase anymore, this is an act of rebellion!"

And he'd decided to start things with quite a fanfare, hadn't he? Not money laundering, not smuggling operations, no he had  to start with murder.

"Maybe," June replied, eyes still focused on his hand. Between his fingers was an ornate earing made of pearls. The scribe had picked it up as he ran away. September had been wearing the pair yesterday evening, before she'd gone off on her own. "But it's not like things will change. So he killed someone. So what? We already knew he was good at that."

October waved an absent hand at the scribe, dismissing him. The small man rushed out of the tent, clearly relieved to get away.

"He didn't just kill someone, he killed SEPTEMBER." October didn't care if August made a mess as long as he didn't have to clean it up. Something like this would completely derail his planned campaigns.

"Father'll appoint a new one in a few months. He likes his perfect numbers and 11 doesn't quite work." June swung his legs off the table and dropped the earing on a map he'd ruined with his boots.

"Don't you understand how big this is?" October said, restraining himself from yelling again. "I'm tired of that uncaring attitude of yours."

June giggled, "I'm the uncaring one? Aren't you the infamous warlord who's murdered thousands? I'm a bard, buddy."

October glared at him. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"I just know when to choose my battles, that's all." June picked up his bag, which he'd dumped in another corner of the tent. 

"You lack conviction."

"I actually have a life?" He shrugged, and made a stupid face. "Plus I have far more important things to be doing right now." His eyes hardened slightly. "You want to find August, I don't have time for all this."

"Still worried about that twin of yours? He ran away without even telling you right? I'll bet he left because he couldn't stand you like the rest of us." 

June just stared at the floor. Anger looked childish on him even though he was the taller man. "July loves me, he wants me to find him."

"How exactly are you going to reach him? Sit on the side of the road singing a pretty little song hoping he'll hear you? You won't find him on your own." October brushed some dust off of his dark armor and waited.

June frowned, a darkness in his expression. "I . . . I . . ." His eyes searched the dirt floor. Suddenly, he shifted, relaxing as if he hadn't heard October's last comment. Forcing himself away from wherever it had taken him.

"Do I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaave to come?" He pouted and tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

October nodded to himself, playing into it usually worked in his advantage.

"Yes. September was your friend too was she not?" June made another face. "Nevermind, I need you to make August come out for me."

"So I'm the bait?" June neared the entrance of the tent. "That's lame."

October followed, grabbing his scimitar from the table as he passed. "I'm not going to threaten to hurt you or anything, I just know August will listen to you and I can use that to trap him."

"Now that's uncaring!" June exclaimed, laughing and waving a hand. "See?"

October just rolled his eyes, and played another card. "Father said you have to do what to I ask--"

"Yeah, yeah, Father this, Father that . . . I'll go get my horse ready or whatever." He slipped out of the tent.

October sighed, as he watched him run off. That man gave him a headache.

After giving instructions to a few assistants, the whole camp was buzzing as the company stirred to action.

Servants packed up the tents, soldiers fell into ranks, June came back on his horse.

A few minutes later they were off.

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K I actually kinda like June tho

Also just for simplicity’s sake I’m saying my group of three already left

28 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

 

27 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

 

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I’m also interested can you add me to that PM pls?

 

[Mags she/they]

23 minutes ago, Spark of Hope said:

 

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YEsss!!

Also I'm glad you like my little choas boy lol

wait I'm having trouble adding you, can you not add someone if you didn't start the pm?

Edited October 16, 2024 by J. Magi

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, J. Magi said:

 

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Yeah that's what I mean

10 besides August and July . . . yeah that's my bad I should've clarified.

 

39 minutes ago, Scars of Hathsin said:

@Through The Living Glass

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Huh no

 

On 10/4/2024 at 10:34 PM, Scars of Hathsin said:

Arranis walks into the inn, a small metal mug of coffee held in his hand. Smelling extremely strong, and the bags under his eyes indicated he had a very bad sleep. He stumbles in and sees Niamh, with her hair a mess. 'Who is this" he says waving a hand at her, directing his question at the others in his group. 

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Ah got it

Niamh finished brushing her hair. She was now recognizable.

[Mags she/they]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

 

 

Niamh finished brushing her hair. She was now recognizable.

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aaaaaaaaah I see

yeah

[Through the Living Hope]

Jolane, her sister, and her brother-in-law continued journeying to the village where they lived. 

[Mags she/they]

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Alrighty, do we just want to time skip past the traveling to the city?

@Spark of Hope @The Bookwyrm @Through The Living Glass @TheRavenHasLanded @anyone else

[The Bookwyrm he/him]

8 minutes ago, J. Magi said:

@Spark of Hope @The Bookwyrm @Through The Living Glass @TheRavenHasLanded @anyone else

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Sure.

 

[Mags she/they]

18 minutes ago, The Bookwyrm said:

 

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welp, I believe you made up the city so I'll leave the description to you.

A few days of traveling north through the quiet farmland, and they hand finally made it to Truehearth.

July pulled his horse to a stop as he crested a hill, looking down at the city-scape. 

"I've never been to Truehearth before," He commented, breath puffing a little in the chilly morning air.

August nodded from his own horse, reigns in one hand and a book in the other. 'I've been once or twice."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, J. Magi said:

A few days of traveling north through the quiet farmland, and they hand finally made it to Truehearth.

July pulled his horse to a stop as he crested a hill, looking down at the city-scape. 

"I've never been to Truehearth before," He commented, breath puffing a little in the chilly morning air.

August nodded from his own horse, reigns in one hand and a book in the other. 'I've been once or twice."

Niamh yawned. "I have. At least it's nice and cool up here."

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 hour ago, J. Magi said:

A few days of traveling north through the quiet farmland, and they hand finally made it to Truehearth.

July pulled his horse to a stop as he crested a hill, looking down at the city-scape. 

"I've never been to Truehearth before," He commented, breath puffing a little in the chilly morning air.

August nodded from his own horse, reigns in one hand and a book in the other. 'I've been once or twice."

Arke is walking on his hands, bc why not.

[Mags she/they]

22 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Niamh yawned. "I have. At least it's nice and cool up here."

"Yeah! It's really nice!" July replied, kicking his horse into a trot. He followed the short stretch of road left before the outskirts of the city.

"I hate being cold," August mumbled, pulling his collar up. He seemed far less tired though, likely due to getting sleep the last few nights.

18 minutes ago, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Arke is walking on his hands, bc why not.

"Doesn't that hurt your hands?" August asked.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 minute ago, J. Magi said:

"Yeah! It's really nice!" July replied, kicking his horse into a trot. He followed the short stretch of road left before the outskirts of the city.

"I hate being cold," August mumbled, pulling his collar up. He seemed far less tired though, likely due to getting sleep the last few nights.

"Doesn't that hurt your hands?" August asked.

he shakes his head.

[Mags she/they]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

he shakes his head.

"A-are you sure?" He was unconvinced.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 minute ago, J. Magi said:

"A-are you sure?" He was unconvinced.

Arke rolls his eyes and jumps up onto his feet casually, then gives a pointed look like "Ok, we good?"

[Mags she/they]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

Arke rolls his eyes and jumps up onto his feet casually, then gives a pointed look like "Ok, we good?"

"Thank you . . . I just don't want your palms to have blisters or anything, it'd make holding a weapon much harder," He explained.

[Ookla de los Cuervos he/him]

1 minute ago, J. Magi said:

"Thank you . . . I just don't want your palms to have blisters or anything, it'd make holding a weapon much harder," He explained.

he looks as though the thought hadnt occurred to him before this.

[Mags she/they]

Just now, TheRavenHasLanded said:

he looks as though the thought hadnt occurred to him before this.

"When you get to be my age-" (which isn't very clear) "-You learn to think of these things."