Lady Rosetta Court
The Rich and Powerful
White Witch of Cheshire[M:0]
I will fight for no one but the King!
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Post by Lady Rosetta Court on Jun 7, 2009 13:45:00 GMT
It was the night before the wedding. Rosetta hid in the forest with Daredevil laying beside her. The fire was warm and owls hooted overhead. The stars were bright and she felt more alone than ever. She need her friend Isabella and her brother to be here. But it was late she would never see them...Again.
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Post by Sir Guy of Gisborne. on Jun 7, 2009 18:47:04 GMT
(( Hey there, I've been absent for a bit, so I don't really know what's going on, but I saw my name in the title there, so I thought what the hell, let's give it a go! Care to give me an update? ))
The leather-clad figure of Sir Guy of Gisborne, the Sheriff’s right hand man, slowly made his way through Nottingham town, creating a small path before him as he passed. Although it was evening, there were still many people around, clearing away from the day's market. Those around him were scared of the imposing man, and they definitely showed it...
He never went anywhere without being surrounded by guards. There were at least four of them with him, although he never even glanced at them, keeping both eyes straight on his path. Nothing would distract him from the task at hand.
His left hand held onto the engraved hilt of the sword that was constantly strapped to his left hip, ensuring that he could draw the blade swiftly, should anything occur which he needed the weapon for. Anything could happen, he reasoned, as he passed through the horded of villages, crowding the already cramped space that the population of the town inhabited.
He remained silent, as he moved, although his dark eyes glared straight at those who he passed.
His horse had been taken to the blacksmiths. At this, Gisborne was not happy. He had not authorised the trip, and now, he needed to take the deep black stallion for his next search for the camp. They had become more regular now. He knew in roughly what area the outlaw’s camp was, although it was merely a test of time before he found it. Sooner or later, he would know where it was, and then, he could begin to capture them.
Taking his leather reigns of his horse, he glared at the blacksmith, and gestured to the guards as he mounted the horse in one swift movement, and began to ride through the open gates to the road out of Nottingham, and to the forest beyond. The guards flanked him, obeying his every command. Evening would be the best time to search for them. They would be not on their guard, and unaware of what was to hit them.
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