forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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“Good.” She said quietly
(See ya tomorrow!)

"Oh, and another thing," Mike said. "Will you be using you real name if somebody asks, or a fake name?"

“Real, otherwise we wouldn’t get anything done,” She stopped behind a tree, sheltering from view as a small guard patrol walked past, “The entrance is just behind that boulder. If I remember correctly, two guards should be on duty.”

"Okay," Bernon breathed. "We'll be right behind you."

Tanrial nodded and walked forward, head held high and looking very royal like. She had a smirk plastered on her face as she walked right up to the guards on duty. They moved aside instantly, “Don’t tell father I’m here.” She said and after the guards nodded their approval, she entered.

Mike and Bernon walked on either side, pretending to be her bodyguards. Bernon tried to keep his back stiff and his eyes straight ahead, the way they'd taught him in the army. Mike, on the other hand, looked around freely, sweeping the area for threats. He looked much more intimidating than Bernon, despite being slightly shorter and less bulky, and his steps were steady and confident.

Tanrial didn’t look at the people staring at her. Years. She’d been away years so this was expected. People spoke in hushed whispers as she past, no mention of alerting her father, which was lucky. “The blacksmith is just up ahead.” She didn’t smile as she said it.

"When we get there," Mike muttered to Bernon, "You stand next to her and try to look tough. I'll watch the road while they talk. Don't get distracted."
"Okay," Bernon replied, suppressing his annoyance at being ordered around. Now was not the time.

The place was small. There were multiple workers around the fires outside and they paid no attention to the three of them as Tanrial and Bernon entered. An older man was sitting at a table in the corner, working on a small, metal looking bird. He glanced up and stiffened as Tanrial and Bernon who walked over, “I need you to replicate this,” she motioned for Bernon to show him the device, “as best you can… and quickly.” He nodded and set to work.

Bernon stood waiting next to Tanrial, his arms folded. Mike turned so his back was to them and kept a sharp eye on the people passing by outside. He couldn't help glancing at the blacksmith once in a while, seeming very interested in the crafting process. But he didn't let it hold his attention for very long.

Tanrial kept up her act and glanced around making sure all the over worriers were doing their job. No one came in, thanks to Mike and the man was nearly halfway down in record time. She was glad of it as Tanrial didn’t want to be here for to much longer.

Bernon took a silent breath, telling himself to calm down. The more nervous he acted, the more suspicious he looked. Still, he wished the blacksmith would finish up soon so they could get out of there.

“Not long now.” Tanrial muttered to Bernon

Bernon nodded, lifting his chin resolutely.

Tanrial watched him work, melding the metal, cooling it down and painting the pictograms and symbols on the side. Tanrial nearly breathed a sigh of relief when he finished.

Mike looked over briskly. "Is it done?"

Tanrial nodded, said her thanks to the man and walked out with Bernon, “Come on, we’ve been here to long already.”

They both followed her, keeping close. Bernon carried the replacement, carefully tucking it in his backpack. Mike kept his hand near his knife, but had little intention of pulling it out if there was a fight. He didn't usually need a knife.

Tanrial noticed the guard patrol drawing nearer and detoured through a side street to avoid them.

Bernon resisted the urge to look behind them. "Let's hurry. I feel like our time is running out."

“I knew those bastards should alert Father even with my orders. The entrances is up ahead, once I shift, Mike you need to get on fast.”

"Got it," Mike said, his eyes darting around.

The entrance drew closer and Tanrial sprinted towards the light, knocking the guards of their feet and she shifted quickly.

Mike caught up to her and vaulted onto her back, fending off a guard with a hard kick. Bernon leapt directly into the shift, and roared to ward off their pursuers, which was difficult with a bag clenched in his teeth. Let's go! We've got a head start!

She nodded and ran, faster then she ever had before in this form. Probably because fear was right at her tail. She weaved through tress, trying to avoid as many arrows as she could.

Mike stayed as low as he could, making himself a smaller target. Bernon became something like a battering ram as he crashed through the undergrowth, settling into a ground-eating run.

The arrows soon lessened, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be careful. Tanrial slowed down enough that she could survey the area. She couldn’t see anyone and the clearing was just up ahead.

Mike scanned the woods all around, still wary of followers. "If we're heading back to your place, let's take a more roundabout path in case we're being watched."

Tanrial grunted her approval and took, a sharp right turn, heading towards the village.