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RP Travels- the Story After the Tavern

Charles Faun was a young man with nothing left to lose. He was a tall, Blonde, Handsome young man with a dark past and a duty to his dukedom. His Duke, Duke Fernadal, recently sent him on a mission to hunt for a known criminal, wanted for thievery, destruction of property, and murder in several dukedoms, including his own, as his father was one of the first lives taken by this wretch.

Charles' first idea was to follow the sightings of this cloaked criminal, which led him to a tavern in a neighboring town. There he met many strange looking folk, including a young, Beautiful woman named Isibeal who asked to accompany Charles on his mission, as this kind of work suited her.

With new details as to the location and appearance of this hooded horror, the two young adventurers set off on the Eastern road in hopes of finding who they have now described as a young woman clad in black accompanied by a stout fellow. For Isibeal, it was work and perhaps an interest in the man tailing the murderer- but for Charles, This was personal.

OOC: Hi! If you are interested in adding to this small story, please do! Your input would be greatly valued, but keep it friendly and story oriented! If you have any questions, you can ask me personally. Keep the chat friendly or dramatic based on the timing of the story, but please do NOT take any actions in this RP as serious! We're all here to have fun1


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/3/2017 5:35:43 AM #1

OOC Side Note: bartenders, non-player travelers, etc. are fair game for anyone to voice and use for actions, but remember, we are not gods and cannot force them to do incredible things :P


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/3/2017 4:55:24 PM #2

Isibeal De'Franco was a young woman of barely 22 summers and already a seasoned fighter. She was tall and slender with long black hair that she kept in a tight braid. She was a beautiful woman by all accounts with almond shaped violet eyes and delicate features not at all what you would expect a bounty hunter to be but then again you never noticed many trained for her line of work.

She had met Charles at a Inn and after a an evening with him discussing his mission and what seemed like a attraction between the two she had set off to track down the murder Chrales was hunting.


7/4/2017 3:55:06 AM #3

Charles awakens from his slumber and puts on his boots and gloves, then readies his armor for the morning. Looking over at Isibeal laying in her bed, he contemplates what kind of adventure this may end up being.


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/6/2017 8:44:20 PM #4

Isibeal opened her eyes as she glared at the bright sun shinning through the window as though it was intruding on her slumber. She rolled over glancing at Charles " Good Morning" She yawned rubbing her eyes sleepy.

" We should gather the supplies we need for the journey ahead" Isibeal said as she sat up slowing rubbing her temples remembering the amount of ale she consumed the night prior.


7/7/2017 2:16:29 AM #5

Charles awoke with relative ease, and equipped his boots, gloves, and armor with relative ease, save his helmet which hung at his back, and his sword still at his side. After making the bed and gathering his belongings, he nods to Isibeal.

"We should stock up on food, water, and something for our horses, as well as any miscellaneous items we need; Arrows, potions, anything that could be of use. You never know what we may run into. Shall we head into town then?"

Charles sticks his hand out to Isibeal in an invitation.


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/7/2017 4:53:54 PM #6

Isibeal took Charles hand with a nod and stood up slowly. She pulled on her boots lacing them up. She reached over grabbing her her sword and strapping it to her hip. Grabbing her cloak from her bed she fastened it tightly about her while pulling the cowl over her face.

" I have a a few miscellaneous items that we should acquire. after all the people we are going to be around do like to strike a bargain for information if the price is right" A small smile spread over her lips as she made her way over to the door.


7/8/2017 6:15:58 AM #7

"I ought to grab a few arrows, as well as some potions for the both of us, so don't worry about those. If you find anything else you want to grab, bring it."

Charles Follows Isibeal as they head out, and as they do, he wanders off to by some healing potions as well as various other alchemical potions, as well as some arrows and a sharpening stone before heading back to Isibeal.


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/12/2017 9:58:38 PM #8

Isibeal watched Charles as he wandered off to buy his wares. She walked over to a vendor that had an assortment of dried meats and variety of cheeses and breads. " I need a enough supplies for at least two weeks" She tossed a handful of gold coins on the counter and placed her large knapsack down.

The vendor began filling the bag full of a variety of different foods. The vendor handed the bag back to Isibeal with a nod. She made her way back through the crowd to find Charles.


7/12/2017 11:25:03 PM #9

Charles bumps into a rather tall fellow whom he recognizes as former left hand of the Duke, Tieni. They chat for a moment before Charles searches for and finds Isibeal.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/18/2017 3:50:58 PM #10

Isibeal smiles with a nod. " Yes, I did. I also gathered two weeks worth of rations for the trip ahead. No one likes to be hungry when on the road" Isibeal turned around slowly as the feeling of being watched crept up her skin her eyes scanning the bustling marketplace.


7/18/2017 9:55:35 PM #11

"Is there someone you're concerned about around here? You seem a bit.. on edge."

Charles joins Isibeal in her search for anything suspicious.


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/19/2017 5:32:51 PM #12

Isibeal looked at Charles a frown etched over her delicate features. " I feel like we are being watched" She said cautiously so only Charles could hear.

She gave the hilt of her sword a reassuring squeeze.


7/21/2017 1:31:52 AM #13

Charles puts his hand over the hand holding the hilt as if to stop her and looks at her.

"Best to be sure. Follow my lead."

Charles heads to the closest alley, leading Isibeal by the hand.


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith

7/26/2017 5:28:59 PM #14

Isibeal nodded to Charles and took his hand. She glanced over her shoulder noticing someone draped in a scarlet cloak with the cowl covering their eyes keeping pace with the as they headed toward the nearest alley.

" We are being followed" She said softly to Charles her voice barely more than a whisper.


7/28/2017 5:54:00 AM #15

Charles and Isibeal turn a corner in the alley and then quickly turn another, avoiding the sight of the cloaked individual as Charles readies his sword.

He whispers to Isibeal.

"Be ready for anything."


"Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands: The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the muscles of his brawny arms Are strong as iron bands."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow , The Village Blacksmith