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Post by G-Nation on Feb 23, 2021 13:40:53 GMT -5
The road less traveled is always the least popular choice amongst pilgrims and adventurers. Why is that? Is it the way the path looks? Are there dangers? Or is the trail simply shorter? A man riding upon a white horse was dressed in a shiny suit of white armor. He rested at the fork in the road and thought of these questions as his medium blonde hair blew in the gentle wind. His light blue eyes shuffled back and forth as he examined each path. The path less traveled looked grim and gritty. It was a dirt path inhabited by many creatures and wildlife. The grasses were tall and not maintained. The thick and heavy bushes grew and wrapped around one another creating an under bush. Hardly any sunlight penetrated the covering and predators probably stalked in the high grass using it for cover. The path frequently traveled on the other hand was well maintained and featured a stone slab walkway. Along the sides were multiple flowers growing along the fields. The grass was low, and the sun brightened the horizon. It was an easy choice for the man in white armor for he was Sir Lance Gordon Bishop, The White Knight, the brave and adventurous warrior who led The Disciples of Anarchy. He was fearless and armed with a European Broadsword that hung from his waist in a leather sheath and a round shield. He proceeded on horseback and took the road less traveled. He traveled for several minutes until the path’s entryway was no longer visible from behind. Soon he reached a spot where the grass stood tall and large boulders occupied the area. A figure of a person stood out from behind the boulders and approached the centre of the path.
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Post by LadyConqueror on Feb 23, 2021 15:18:44 GMT -5
"Greetings traveler! What brings you out here? Would your horse like to join mine for a drink? I just love this spot it's such a peaceful place to think." The Knight took note of the Lady's warmth toward him and in her voice. Her brown hair flowed and fell into place like dominos. Her brown eyes stood out from behind and complimented the tweed like, brown and olive green material of the robe she was wearing.
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Post by G-Nation on Feb 23, 2021 15:33:26 GMT -5
The White Knight gazed upon the traveler. “Do you not know who I am?" The Knight asked. "I am Sir Lance Gordon Bishop, Commander of the Disciples of Anarchy.” His voice was bold, yet elegant. He was on his way to Blackwood for supplies. The White Knight spotted a small pond in the tall grass pass the boulders. There was another horse drinking from the water so Lance slowly guided his horse through the grass and allowed his horse to part take from the drink. “Who are you?" He asked the traveler. "Roads less traveled can be very dangerous. You from around here?”
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Post by LadyConqueror on Feb 23, 2021 16:09:45 GMT -5
"I am Gwendoline Danvers, daughter of Yennefer and Conner Danvers. I'll have you know I am a powerful Mage traveling to the next Market for my Father who is a merchant. We hail from Scottsdale. If I hurry I can make it to Draycott by nightfall or tomorrow." She said matter o' factly. "I like the quiet of this way." She sized the Knight up wondering how much she wanted to trust him. "Feel free to see what we are selling in the Market if you like."
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Post by G-Nation on Feb 24, 2021 20:32:34 GMT -5
The White Knight thought about the offer for a moment. He had been on a quest to recover a stolen artifact for a local Mage Guild. He was hired to find a mythical staff called the Staff of Roses which was said to control the growth of vegetation. The Elder Mage at the Guild was offering a high gold reward for the return of the artifact. The White Knight figured traveling to the market could be a good place to start. “Are you associated with Mage’s Guild?” The White Knight asked. “I have been contracted to locate the Staff of Roeses. Do you know of it?”
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