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Post by Catriona on Feb 27, 2008 16:42:07 GMT -5
Luckily, it was a warm day today so Catriona took advantage of that and was out in the fields away from the palace. She had grown bored lately and being as young as she was, she still had that inner child, something she felt her brother had lost. Her horse was grazing through the fields as she went through, picking some wild flowers, singing a child's tune in Gaelic. The breeze was soft, only enough to cool you. She wore a plain dress, nothing fancy and her boots were left with her items under the tree. She walked barefoot through the tall grass and her hair on the sides as braided and tied in the back by a ribbon, the rest of it was hanging loose along her back.
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Post by moari on Feb 28, 2008 19:41:29 GMT -5
No one would expect to see Trojans on the mainland; especially this far north, but a certain person's skills were needed in the area. A small number of horses and foot soldiers, enough to protect the one in the carriage, was escorting a single person traveling by carriage. The person in the carriage was no royal, or high ranking person, but still held an important role and position in the Trojan culture. Charie was not expecting to have her reputation as being a Mystic to travel so far into the mainland of the known world. She did, however, know that her reputation had traveled all over Greece and into parts of Persia and Turkey.
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Post by Catriona on Feb 28, 2008 19:49:47 GMT -5
(Thanks ^_^)
Catriona looked up and noticed some people in the distance. She ran to the tree and whitled for her horse. Her sword in hand, watching the carriage draw nearer. Who the hell were they? They were not Celtic and therefore, an enemy in her eyes, at least until she knew other wise. And today was such a nice day too! Why did they have to ruin her fun?
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Post by moari on Feb 28, 2008 20:20:23 GMT -5
((no prob.))
Charie peered through the closed curtain closest to her. It was nice outside, and it beckoned to her like many were drawn to the Oracle at Delphi. She closed the curtain and rapped at the top of the carriage. When it stopped, she stepped out, stretched, and adjusted her travel clothing, a light blue dress that was very similar to the royal clothing back home. Underneath it, the Mystic had her knife around her waist at her left side with a hole just big enough for her hand, but small enough it wasn't easily noticed, and another on her right thigh. The carriage started again as Charie walked along with some of the men. To any one watching, it would appear that Charie was a member of the Trojan royal family by the flying banners, but if they took extra care in looking closer, they would see that Charie's clothing is different from the princes' and princess's clothing, for Charie was the Mystic of Troy.
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Post by Catriona on Feb 28, 2008 20:27:55 GMT -5
Catriona watched and then she mounted her white horse MĂșireann. Then she kicked her and caught up with the carriage stopping their way, her sword pointed at the people but no one in particular. "State your name and your business," the girl commanded to them. It had been a nice day and she had wnated to play and they stopped that, she was not happy. She was tired of business, her brother brought enough of that around here, she didn't want to deal with more of it.
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Post by moari on Feb 28, 2008 20:34:14 GMT -5
"We were passing through," Charie said, stepping forward. "We received word that my services were needed some miles north of here." She could tell that this woman, girl, was upset that they were passing through. She lived too far north of Greece to even know of Troy, much less recognize the banners. A few of the soldiers were itching for their swords, but knew that if Charie could talk the girl out of fighting, there was nothing to worry about. "As for my name; Charie, Mystic of Troy." Charie, herself, was perfectly calm, not even giving any hints that she bore any sort of weapon. "Now, my turn to ask for your name."
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Post by Catriona on Feb 28, 2008 20:38:52 GMT -5
"Catriona," she said not stating her background, "And I can assure that your services are not needed here so you can leave now," she said sternly. She didn't know who this woman, or Troy was but she knew her brother had told her nothing and that was enough for her to know she was not welcome here. Her hose snorted but did not move and her sword was still pointed at her. She didn't trust the woman.
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Post by moari on Feb 28, 2008 20:54:23 GMT -5
"Of course. Lets go, men." Charie began walking again, the men, on both foot and horse, started again. The carriage was in the middle of the party, and that's where Charie stayed for the most part, talking with the men both front and back of the carriage. There was no point on her just walking and not talking with the men. Let Catriona worry about not liking them, Charie wasn't really there to give her services to the girl; there was no point really. If Catriona didn't want her services, Charie won't give them. That's how she worked; like her mentor and the Oracle. People come to her if they wanted the Mystic's service; unless in the rare occasion like this called for her to travel.
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Post by Catriona on Feb 28, 2008 20:59:07 GMT -5
(Well this is working. I dunno what to do. ) Catriona watched them and then she dismounted and sheathed her sword. "Stay here MĂșireann," she said and then Catriona took off through the tall grass, staying low, something she learned from her brother. She kept a wary eye on them, to make sure nothing happened. She still couldn't trust them.
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Post by moari on Feb 28, 2008 21:11:07 GMT -5
Charie had a feeling Catriona would follow them, even though it was just an inkling. Her training had paid off good for her, seeing how she trained for about five years and then traveled back home to Troy. The Mystic merely ignored the inkling that they could be followed by the girl, for she looked no older than fifteen. Why would a fifteen year old come up against trained Trojan soldiers solo? Charie wasn't going to let her escort know of her feeling, and there was no need to unless there was so serious threat to her life.
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Post by Catriona on Feb 28, 2008 21:22:23 GMT -5
Catriona stopped at the edge of the forest. She knew better, the sun was falling and bandits were all to common. The bandits here knew who she was, and they would use her to get to Eadfreath and she didn't want him in that situation. She watched them and then she began to worry. It was dangerous to be in there at night...
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Post by moari on Feb 28, 2008 21:30:32 GMT -5
As the sun was beginning to fall, Charie climbed back into the carriage for her own safety, but tied back one curtain on either side to let the cool night air in. The carriage was so stuffy, that was one of the reasons why she got out. She couldn't stand it any more, and it was clouding her mind. Charie arranged the bedding that was placed in with her so she could sleep as best she could while riding in a carriage on a bumpy dirt road. As night continued to fall, a few of the foot soldiers had scouted a head for a good camp site and was attempting to start a single fire before night completely fell. A tent was pitched, obviously for Charie, but she knew the risks of actually sleeping in a tent. If there any bandits or thieves around, that'll be one of the first places they'd look, so she slept on the carriage floor. She emerged only to stretch some more and joining the men in dinner before retiring.
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Post by Catriona on Feb 28, 2008 21:39:57 GMT -5
The girl sat in a tree watching them, she didn't know why but she had a feeling that that woman who spoke earlier knew she was there. But Catriona also knew what was lurking in the shadows. No one knew her position but she had grabbed her bow and arrow from earlier and she readied it. The sounds were faint but the bandits knew that someone in the camp had money and valuables and they wanted it.
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Post by moari on Feb 28, 2008 21:56:16 GMT -5
Charie had felt the call of nature and had removed herself far enough from the group to have privacy, but was still close enough to call for help if she ever needed it. Her eyes were still trying to adjust to the darkness when she thought she saw some movement just beyond her eye sight. She kept her eyes trained for any sign of movement as she answered nature's call. Her ears listened for any noise other than animal. She gave herself to her environment, listening to it, feeling for any sort of movement that didn't belong there. Charie stood, but stayed close to any trees that were there. She would have called upon her powers, but she didn't know how much time she would have to even call half of them.
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Post by Catriona on Feb 28, 2008 22:05:15 GMT -5
As she was, a bandit grabbed her from behind, "Gimme all you got," he growled at the woman, his one hand snaking down her chest but still holding her tight. Then an arrow was through his neck, it came from Catriona's shot. "You should know better than to go into strange woods during the night," she said and dropped down. "Who are you? Why are you in Germania and not this Troy? Are you Greek?"
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