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Post by Wolverine on Aug 28, 2009 21:27:29 GMT
James Howlett, Knight of the Templars, was riding into Jerusalem, he was leaning forward on his horse, tired and hurting. Even though his garments were covered in blood, he had no sign of injury. The strangest his the damages to his garb, was the six punctures in his gloves.
His group had been attacked by the Muslins, and he was the sole survivor, but it was always difficult to explain how he had survived even the most horrible of battles without a scratch. There was precious few that understood.
The people looked and watched, the common peasant didn't have the perceptive skills to notice the signs of what was wrong with the picture as he rode by. They just saw a Knight returning from battle. But they hadn't planned on a battle today, it was an ambush.
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Post by Death on Aug 28, 2009 21:44:06 GMT
A peasant girl, Blonde with blue eyes, standing tall and awed by the stranger noticed something odd. Where were his brothers? She thought walking towards the night.
Emily Linton-Davis brought as a wife from Ireland to a nobel Lord but was tossed into the streets before her wedding due to strange 'mutations'. She couldn't help it she'd given the man stinging red tans when he neared her, it wasn't her choice to have such powers, it wasn't her idea of convenient either. She'd not been fond of the man, a war veteran who thought himself a king, constantly walking about in armor. But that was behind her now.
"Sir Knight." Emily called out mustering her courage to inquire to the man. "Sir Knight." The girl lifted her skirts just above her ankles and ran towards him, wondering if he were a messenger or a loan victor.
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Post by Tarot on Aug 28, 2009 22:16:48 GMT
Lady Marie-Ange de Colbert knew the knight would be coming into town today, the sole survivor of a deadly ambush. She also knew that he was like her, and that if the church were to ever find out about them, they would be burnt at the stake.
Her husband, though? Lord Colbert was rather fond of his wife's ability to see the future, and had used that to his advantage whenever he could. Had, being the key word- she had neglected to tell her husband to avoid a certain route home one day, and he was thrown from his horse when it was startled. He died instantly, leaving Marie-Ange a widow and free from her husband.
She reached down and smoothed her black skirt out (she was still technically in mourning, after all) as the horse she was riding clopped through the streets, approaching the knight and the girl.
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 28, 2009 22:35:52 GMT
Sir James gave his horse halt as the woman called to him, he did not know what she wanted, but he hoped it was important, the blood that caked his armour was evidence that he had been in battle, and he was looking forward to resting, and eating, and mourning the lost.
"What is it Lady?" he asked, tiling his head just enough so he could see her, beads of sweat running down his forehead now clearly visible.
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Post by Death on Aug 28, 2009 22:38:55 GMT
"My lord." She said as she neared him. "Where is your company?" She had heard of young men from around the area going with the latest company and now none of them returned.
She would have invited him to rest and eat but she didn't have a home to invite him too, nor would it be proper.
"I know of men who rode last, and I wish to inquire of them." Emily said, brushing some of her golden hair behind her ears.
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Post by Tarot on Aug 28, 2009 23:01:43 GMT
Marie's hands clenched around the reigns of her horse as she slowed it to a stop next to the knight and the girl.
"They are all dead." she answered for him, her voice quiet. She rubbed her arm, then glanced up at him. "It was an ambush. I am correct, yes? You are the only survivor... protected, some would assume, by the grace of God."
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Post by Wolverine on Aug 28, 2009 23:14:16 GMT
Sir James looked to the woman as she approached him, asking where the others were, until someone else answered, and then he turned his attention to her. He wasn't sure if he liked how much she knew, or the way she slipped in that "assume" comment.
"You seem to have as much a knowledge as I do. A most suspicious trait, especially after an ambush. Perhaps you knew before about it before we rode out." He was in no mood to be overly subtle. His brothers of the Order were dead, he had questions and someone had answers.
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Post by Death on Aug 28, 2009 23:34:01 GMT
Solaris looked down when she heard the news then looked up at the woman who approached.
How did she know these things? Who was she?
The young mutant stood quietly, waiting for answers, she was wondering now if she'd gotten mixed up in something that was about to disrupt her quiet little life.
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Post by Tarot on Aug 29, 2009 0:00:09 GMT
"If you are implying that I had anything to do with this, you are gravely mistaken." Marie responded, narrowing her eyes. "I cannot help what I know. Much like you cannot help but to escape injury, no matter the circumstance." she continued, reaching down and patting her horse's neck.
"I am not now, nor have I ever have been or will be, a traitor." she ended. There was really no need to be subtle here, after all. That blonde girl was like them, as well.
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