(Please try to type more than a single line/sentence, it makes the roleplay experience incredibly hard when I have nothing to go off of)
"Don't worry, we have plenty of cages in the cargo hold, and it'll only be a day or two journey, so she won't be cramped up too long." Olix tells you. "Come now, we should get going as soon as possible" Olix said, leading you on board. He brought you and Sky down to the cargo hold and found a reasonable sized cage, and put Sky inside after bandaging up her stab wound. He closed the door, locking her inside and placing the keys back in his pocket.
"I'm heading back to the deck, if you need anything, just ask... also, try to stay out of trouble and out of the way" Olix suggested.
Murph
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 12:43 PM
Post #102
(-50 Celsius or Fahrenheit? Just so I can get a better idea of what her people are like)
Qillorik and Oriah jumped back in surprise as the attacker drew alarmingly close. You jumped in the way, the dagger slicing the side of your right arm. The cut wasn't light, but it wasn't dangerously deep either, since the man was surprised at your intervention.
Your Bakh nakhs dig into the man's arm as he yells in agony, and you feel the bone in his left arm snap underneath you. The man shrieks and flails wildly as you pin him down, and people crowd around the scene. The royal guards quickly rush in, picking up the still screaming man and dragging him away.
"Leto! are you alright?!" Oriah asked, rushing to your side, bending down to be face to face with you. Qillorik took a nervous step forward towards you, aware thanking you for saving him was an unacceptable thing to say to a slave, but not sure how to move on from the situation.
"Come, Leto, Oriah, we must continue to the palace before my life is put if further danger!" He says, going back to his regal training, holding his head up and hoping he didn't look to shaken. He turned, facing forward again and proceeded walking forward.
IvyCat
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 12:50 PM
Post #103
(-50 Celsius or Fahrenheit? Just so I can get a better idea of what her people are like)
Qillorik and Oriah jumped back in surprise as the attacker drew alarmingly close. You jumped in the way, the dagger slicing the side of your right arm. The cut wasn't light, but it wasn't dangerously deep either, since the man was surprised at your intervention.
Your Bakh nakhs dig into the man's arm as he yells in agony, and you feel the bone in his left arm snap underneath you. The man shrieks and flails wildly as you pin him down, and people crowd around the scene. The royal guards quickly rush in, picking up the still screaming man and dragging him away.
"Leto! are you alright?!" Oriah asked, rushing to your side, bending down to be face to face with you. Qillorik took a nervous step forward towards you, aware thanking you for saving him was an unacceptable thing to say to a slave, but not sure how to move on from the situation.
"Come, Leto, Oriah, we must continue to the palace before my life is put if further danger!" He says, going back to his regal training, holding his head up and hoping he didn't look to shaken. He turned, facing forward again and proceeded walking forward.
((-50 Celsius absolute coldest possible ^^ Think of them living in Antarctica, living off leichen and reindeer. Developed to survive better, hence why heat is a no go and even in 10 cels she has to be in a dress.))
She gave a nod and smiled at Oriah, but didn't speak. It would be out of turn for her to reply, especially as she was taking the princes order and a definitive statement not to speak until they had returned. She had to focus her energy on protecting him, meaning she remained highly alert for the rest of the journey and in the walking position Quillok had told her not to use as it drew too much attention. She couldn't risk a third attempt; it could lose her her position, then who was she to trust?
She was not offended by Quillok not thanking her; she knew internally he was grateful and that was all that mattered: He used her name. Always. He never just called her slave girl or servant girl. He used her proper name. That showed she meant something to him and was important, so it didn't matter what he did. It was his job to help him, like he'd rescued her from that bandit's pit hole by buying her, even if for a cheap price. She didn't touch her arm, nor cradle it and allowed it to hang by her side, it wouldn't slow her down. The blood trickled down it, but that could be attended to later.
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 12:54 PM
Post #104
um can you see if there is anything like meds to help with sky's wounds she means the world to me dont want her dying from something this stupid
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 2:37 PM
Post #105
After a few more minutes walk, you arrived back at the palace. "Leto, show Oriah to you room where she can stay the night. Meet me in my room after that, there is something I would like to discuss with you." Qillorik tells you. Your room was very close to Qillorik's, as you were his personal slave, and you had direct access to his room, unlike any other room in the palace.
You bring Oriah to your room, and she sits down on the floor. "Do you want some medical care? I might have some bandages if you'd like some help" Oriah offered, motioning to your cut arm, which had stopped bleeding for the most part, but the wound was clearly large enough to risk getting infected.
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 2:40 PM
Post #106
"Sorry kid, we don't have enough medicine to spare for animals" Olix apologized as he headed upstairs. You could feel the boat begin to rock as the ship left the port.
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 2:43 PM
Post #107
After a few more minutes walk, you arrived back at the palace. "Leto, show Oriah to you room where she can stay the night. Meet me in my room after that, there is something I would like to discuss with you." Qillorik tells you. Your room was very close to Qillorik's, as you were his personal slave, and you had direct access to his room, unlike any other room in the palace.
You bring Oriah to your room, and she sits down on the floor. "Do you want some medical care? I might have some bandages if you'd like some help" Oriah offered, motioning to your cut arm, which had stopped bleeding for the most part, but the wound was clearly large enough to risk getting infected.
She smiled and shook her head, looking at the wound with fascination. She then frowned, "I'd wash it if I needed to be presenting, but I don't think Prince Oba is going out again. I shouldn't keep him waiting, so I'll clean it properly later." she gave a warm smile, "Make yourself at home. It isn't much. you won't be disturbed."
She left, grabbing a basin and tub of hot water, as well as a flannel, before knocking on Quillok's door, giving her custom three knocks, a pause, then a fourth one before entering. She dipped her head and placed the bowl and flannel near the bed, getting down on her knees, "I'll stand Night Guard tonight. Please, keep your windows locked for now.." she frowned, "I'm afraid I let a killer come to close to you today.. I should've been more alert.. I apologize, your highness. It won't happen again."
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 2:45 PM
Post #108
Sorry kid, we don't have enough medicine to spare for animals" Olix apologized as he headed upstairs. You could feel the boat begin to rock as the ship left the port.
i walk around to see if there is anyone who would maybe know a simple spell maybe to help heal sky
Murph
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Posted: 2/10/2019 at 5:01 PM
Post #109
"Leto, as long as I'm alive and unharmed, you're doing your job just fine" Qillorik tells you, patting you on the head. "Now... about that 'thing' I wanted to discuss with you" Qillorik inhaled nervously. "I was thinking... maybe we could, um, try to capture a dungeon. Of course we'll do a lot of training beforehand so we won't be completely unprepared, but I think it would be best for both of us if we could capture a dungeon, then I'd surely be king! And then you... uh, well, I mean, you could" The prince trailed off motioning towards you. "I'm not sure what you'd be, but you'd definitely be there" He finished awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he sat on his bed.
"I know I'm not supposed to treat a slave like you the way I do, it's considered weak, and some people might even consider it scandalous, but I can't help it" He vents. "I'm a prince, and it gets really lonely since I can't have any friends like normal people can, all I have are my siblings, who might try to hire an assassin on me and it's terrible, you're the closest thing I have to a friend... thank you" He says, coming off as completely genuine. "And... don't tell anyone I said that, if anyone finds out, they'd probably kill you, and I'd be disowned." He sighs.
"But back to the dungeon thing, tomorrow we will start training, I can arrange for you to learn magic, or simple battle training, whatever you'd prefer, it's your choice since you'd be more effective if you're fighting in a style you're more confident with" He tells you. "Unfortunately, during your training time, you won't be accompanying me, so I'll have different servants with me until you've finished your training" Prince Oba tells you
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Posted: 2/11/2019 at 1:29 AM
Post #110
"Leto, as long as I'm alive and unharmed, you're doing your job just fine" Qillorik tells you, patting you on the head. "Now... about that 'thing' I wanted to discuss with you" Qillorik inhaled nervously. "I was thinking... maybe we could, um, try to capture a dungeon. Of course we'll do a lot of training beforehand so we won't be completely unprepared, but I think it would be best for both of us if we could capture a dungeon, then I'd surely be king! And then you... uh, well, I mean, you could" The prince trailed off motioning towards you. "I'm not sure what you'd be, but you'd definitely be there" He finished awkwardly, scratching the back of his head as he sat on his bed.
"I know I'm not supposed to treat a slave like you the way I do, it's considered weak, and some people might even consider it scandalous, but I can't help it" He vents. "I'm a prince, and it gets really lonely since I can't have any friends like normal people can, all I have are my siblings, who might try to hire an assassin on me and it's terrible, you're the closest thing I have to a friend... thank you" He says, coming off as completely genuine. "And... don't tell anyone I said that, if anyone finds out, they'd probably kill you, and I'd be disowned." He sighs.
"But back to the dungeon thing, tomorrow we will start training, I can arrange for you to learn magic, or simple battle training, whatever you'd prefer, it's your choice since you'd be more effective if you're fighting in a style you're more confident with" He tells you. "Unfortunately, during your training time, you won't be accompanying me, so I'll have different servants with me until you've finished your training" Prince Oba tells you
She blushed and couldn't help but smile at the praise, happy. She loved it when he patted her head and was always so kind and friendly to her. "Q-Quillok. Thank you.." she wasn't sure how to respond, but she was very happy, "I can use my bakh nakh as usual, and there is no rank higher than being by your side.. and, if there is any attempt that tries to get me to kill you, I will personally tell you.. if needed, I-I can kill them too.."
She stayed on her knees and gently slipped off his shoes and possibly socks if he has them, putting them in the bath of water she knew wasn't too hot or cold and washing, along with gently massaging the pressure points. She went even more red if possible, "Do you think I'm obedient?" she didn't directly respond to the dungeon part; she was unsure so far. She wasn't sure how she felt about him doing any fighting though. A scratch on him and she'd be blamed.
((No, I don't have a foot admiration or something. I thinkkk noble households used to do this at least))
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