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Post by Largo LeGrande on Mar 9, 2006 1:49:39 GMT
"Unfortunately we have no time to waste," Largo replied with a tone that suggested he would not be swayed.
"The roads can be dangerous, but few bandits would attack a group as heavily armed as us, unless we had something of value worthy of the risk," he announced loud enough for the entire group to hear. He wanted to settle their fears as much as possible. They were more likely to stay under his command, if you could call it that, if they were calm.
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Post by rainlightlyn on Mar 9, 2006 2:16:56 GMT
Jan tightened her grip on her glaive as she stared at the woman's back. Nothing was showing on her face now. She didn't like Leeloo and the woman didn't like her and they both knew each didn't like the other. In a strange way that was better to deal with.
She meerly nodded in acknoledgement of Largo's comment. Personally she was used to taveling alone so she was no stranger to the dangers of the road.
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Post by soldicold on Mar 9, 2006 2:43:22 GMT
Sondimon frowned at the women, she was only a human, he could smell it. He quickly turned away his frown. "It would be best to leave now, by the state of that boy in there we are desperately needed."
He was now looking down at the floor because he felt his eyes flicker bright red in the girls presence. "Largo is right, bandits would be fools to attack a group such as our selves."
He didn't know why but he could sense something about the girl he didn't like, the coldness of her face, the lack of emotion. He thought maybe he should not judge this girl too quickly.
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Post by Talking Pie of Knowledge on Mar 9, 2006 4:18:02 GMT
Leeloo nodded grudgingly. Nighttime was dangerous, and she wasn't a fan of danger.
"If you're sure," she said evenly. "Is there anything I can do for the ill boy before we leave?"
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Mar 9, 2006 4:34:59 GMT
Largo shook his head. "No, he should be fine, and the innkeeper's wife promised me she would keep an eye on him. He just needs sleep," he explained.
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Post by darkness on Mar 9, 2006 6:07:44 GMT
Virose was already out and securing his horse. He didn't like the position he was in, but it paid well and the cause was good... and there were other there to watch him fail horribly. Oh great... Still, it wasn't like him to be the brooding sourpuss of the group and this he shoved his contradictions aside and saddled up.
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Post by rainlightlyn on Mar 9, 2006 6:22:58 GMT
Jan mentally shook her head. Just what they needed. Not only was Leeloo a fanatic, but she was afraid of the dark. She moved past the rest, leaving as much space as possible between her and the "holy woman".
She joined Virose in the stable and saddled up an ugly grey gelding. She had gotten him as payment for her last job. Strong, stupid, but mean. Not many tried to fool with him unless they wanted to lose a hand.
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Post by soldicold on Mar 9, 2006 6:23:26 GMT
Soldimon walked out the door of the inn. He looked toward Virose then walked over to his horse and unhitched it. He held the horse and before he mounted it he pulled out his katana and ran his eyes across the blade to make sure it was sharpened. He didn't want to be stuck in a dangerous situation with no weapon. Even if he was a demon he would still feel the blade of a sword if he was hit.
He approved his sword and sheathed it, then mounted his horse ready to head off.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Mar 9, 2006 6:31:41 GMT
Largo headed out with the others, the stable boy had the horses ready, more or less. There was more than they needed. Largo had expected more people, many more.
He sighed and climbed upon his mount. A perfectly black horse with a mischievous streak.
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Post by darkness on Mar 9, 2006 6:39:00 GMT
(Well since everyone else is explaining their mounts)
Virose stroked the snow white neck of his stallion and combed his hand through the zet black mane. The Arabian turned its blue eyes onto him and stomped it's foot, the black 'sock' markings rippling with the muscle flex. The horse was expertly cared for, it's hooves conditioned and polished and its mane and tal straight and smooth, even the teeth were pearly white from getting brushed. From the shimmer in its eyes it was obviously pleased and suprised to be on another mission.
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Post by Largo LeGrande on Mar 9, 2006 6:51:44 GMT
Largo started the trip off by leading them to the city gates, where the guards were nearly half asleep, and seemed quite displeased at being made to open the gates at such an hour.
Once outside, he set them off south-east, the direction of the village.
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Post by darkness on Mar 9, 2006 19:32:08 GMT
With a flick of the rains and a slight kick, Virose' horse flowed forward, ready and eager to get on with this oh-so-important mission.
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Post by rainlightlyn on Mar 10, 2006 1:24:10 GMT
Jan kept a close eye on her horse as they left the city and headed down the road. The gelding was in a habit of trying to bite other horses or people if he wasn't watched carefully.
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Post by soldicold on Mar 10, 2006 2:33:56 GMT
Soldimion's horse was well trained, he just had to start him off. the horse would follow the person in front and the rider could just sit back and relax. His head was down in what seemed to be a meditation position on the horse. But i fact he was just conserving his energy for the journey.
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Post by Talking Pie of Knowledge on Mar 11, 2006 17:13:13 GMT
Leeloo followed at the tail of the group as they set off. She didn't own a horse, but a job like this required speed. She'd rented a horse from a stable in the last town she'd passed through - a big, shaggy, stubborn beast with vacant eyes.
Bags of medicinal supplies were lashed to her saddle with cord: crushed herbs, linen, clay pots of ointment, other miscellanea, and a small, sharp knife wrapped in white cotton and used for rare amputations. She had a feeling she would need them before long.
Leeloo tossed the reins impatiently and the horse began to amble after the others, who were getting further and further ahead of her with every passing minute. She gave her mount a firm nudge with her heels.
"Get going, now," she frowned. The horse snorted disapprovingly and came to a dead stop. She kicked her heels again, harder. It tossed its head and actually began to walk backwards. Everyone else was far ahead of her by now.
Leeloo sighed. This was why she liked travelling on foot so much.
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