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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 4, 2011 0:05:24 GMT -5
There had been nobody for three days now. Three whole days. The young woman could not help but to think that her contact was starting to make things up now in a dry season just so that they would get his money. This certainly would not work at all and sitting up in a tree did prove to be a little uncomfortable at times. A huge sigh could not help but to escape her, perhaps she needed to start looking into people within the noble and royal homes to be her spies rather than random men and women out on the streets. Either way, she suppose that this might be a lesson learned, after all, give up on nothing without taking away a lesson learned from it. That was what her father had always told her, perhaps it had been something that he had learned from when he had been a squire for a knight. Although, when he had told her that, a knight of Lyonesse probably never had suspected that his daughter would be Clarissa Lockwood, Princess of Thieves.
Although, this part of the job title seemed to be going by really slowly. She pulled her bow off her back now and plucked at the string for a moment before bringing it up and pulled back on it for a moment, testing it out, “I really should get this restrung some time,” she muttered to herself as her brown eyes glanced around from on top of her tree, waiting for something to happen although, it may just be wishful thinking on her part though. This had been the major road though, practically everybody traveled on here, nobles especially, and if she were lucky, royals too. Although, there was one problem being in a rather unfamiliar territory at the moment, Clarissa had no idea as to whether her fame had spread to Mercia or not yet, and if that was the case, would certainly cause her to have to take up arms and action rather than using her charm and charisma before just snatching something, “Clarissa, this is silly, I’m heading back to camp!” came a male voice now. A frown came to her lips as she shifted herself to glance down the tree to stare a young man, close in age to her, “Why on earth would you do that, Henry?!”
“Because there is food and it’s becoming clear that nobody is coming,” he replied now. Even with her being this far up now, she knew fairly well that he was wearing a face of annoyance. Henry was essentially her concision, Clarissa’s better half so to speak, at least, he had control and was cautious about situations, but sometimes, he could be a bit of a wet rag, “Fine,” Clarissa said as she let out a rather exaggerated sigh, “But don’t be angry with me when you miss out on all of the action!” He did not answer her, but simply rolled his eyes before he walked away, and she could hear all of the rambles and bushes shaking because of it. Annoyed now, she crossed her arms over her chest now and sat up proudly, as if determine that it would bring out somebody to come down this road, ‘Just you wait, Henry, you’ll be wrong,’ Clarissa thought to herself now, but as the minutes turned into another hours, all hope seemed to be lost, but she did not wish to go back to Henry yet, after all, he’d do his whole ‘I told you so’ lecture and there was no ale there to drown him out.
There was another sound now, and it was the slight tingling of bells, why, the rabbit trap! Quickly, she swung herself off the branch and quickly descended her way down before landing on the wood’s grounds now like a cat. Quickly, she ran over and sat that there was a rabbit sitting in the entrapment. Sitting down besides it, she lifted the makeshift cage ever so slightly and reached in quickly, grabbing the jack by the scruff with her hands before pulling him up and completely toppling over the trapt now. The rabbit tried to kick at her with its powerful legs, but of course, it was completely missing her, “Why, hello there little Frith, there is no need to get angry with me,” after all, Clarissa was in no mood for rabbit at the moment. Besides, she often felt like she could relate to a rabbit, always being hunted down for the mischief that they caused with crops. It had been at that moment when she heard horse’s hooves and Clarissa peered through the brush to see a great animal coming, “Ha, take that Henry,” she muttered to herself now, if she could startle that horse, maybe she could catch it and get a lot of gratitude, or yelled at, depending on whether they knew her or not. Her gaze moved back towards the rabbit, “I am sorry little Frith, but you are going to have to aid me now.”
Quietly, she placed the jack rabbit on the ground now and made it certain that he was pointing directly at the road now, and very close to it so that he would not turn and go any other ways. Brown eyes watched as the horse drew closer now. After a moment, she finally released the jack rabbit. It quickly darted forward, escaping from its captor and right underneath the horse’s feet and so, Clarissa sat there and waited for the events to unfold.
Setting: Main road of Mercia to Camelot Time: Early Afternoon Tags: Rouland Notes: Sorry this quite the awkward intro, I'm still figuring her out at the moment and how I wish to protray her personality XD It will get better the next time around.
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 4, 2011 15:29:55 GMT -5
Rouland was moody; what on earth was knew. No, actually he was quite cheery this afternoon. He revolutionary had decided to be merry; he looked upwards to make sure the sky had not turned green with his promise to be happy for once. He had every reason to be happy at the moment, he had been without the nags of his wife and niece, and he had just secured alliances in Mercia which would mean his grain production would prosper as trade. Who was he to complain?
He had actually had managed to have a quick conversation with his brother, Sir Payton, on his journey. Of course the conversation had been predominantly about Payton’s daughter Caitrin, who was currently Rouland’s ward. Caitrin had lived with Rouland for some time and had become part of his small family unit; especially since his son was basically living as a stray somewhere in Camelot. Rouland cared not, it was his sons choice how he lived his life, so long as he knew his duty was to his people when he inherited Rouland’s lands.
Rouland had been away from Camelot for about a month now, in that time he’d met his brother, his old friends in Mercia and his eldest nephews to ensure their friendship; all had been obliging. However, disappointingly, none of his Mercian friends had offered a son to marry Caitrin. The girls reputation exceeded her, but it obviously wasn’t enough to get her a husband. Rouland thought on it objectively, on the one hand he would enjoy the advantage of Caitrin’s marriage, on the other, he would miss the political advantage of having such a beautiful ward in his keeping.
He pushed his horse on, he was making good time for the day, and he would probably be in Camelot by nightfall; well if all went to plan. He rode alone because it was quicker, Rouland was never one to travel with a large entourage because it wasn’t needed and it cost too much. A lone swordsman had seen him part way through the forest then had returned to his master, leaving Rouland to complete the journey on his own. Rouland didn’t mind that much; he enjoyed the peace.
He had however sent word out to his niece and wife to tell them to expect him for dinner. No doubt his wife would order his favourite dinner, and his niece would ride out to meet him part of the way; probably on the border of Camelot. He had of course told her not to, but Caitrin was never one for listening to him; he doubted she ever would.
Rouland was concentrating so hard on his own predicaments and thoughts he didn’t notice a small animal run straight underneath his horse. The first he realised of it the horse had gone up on two legs out of fright, throwing Rouland off the back ungracefully. The horse went wild and Rouland was still in shock by the time he remembered he had hurt himself on his awkward fall. He jumped up, looking around him; nothing was broken at least. The horse was still wild; he’d have the breeder by the throat next time he saw him. He had been informed the horse was not spooked easily. He swore loudly under his breath, running forwards to calm his horse.
Notes: Haha don't worry about it, my characters are always all over the show!
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 5, 2011 19:51:13 GMT -5
While Henry may have denounced the idea of sitting around and lying in wait, it soon became clear that patience was greatly rewarded. Clarissa still lay there in weight, trying to get a better look at the approaching noble. It did not take long though, for she could easily recognize that head of hair with that body of fancy clothing anywhere, “Oh great hunters, how you have blessed me,” the young woman muttered under her breath with a smile. And blessed her, they had, for coming down the main road was none other than Rouland de Archer and he is quite the important noble. After all, he was always on the right side and never the wrong, meaning that his own vast wealth continued to grow without any complication. A clever man indeed, he was, so Clarissa knew she had to be careful indeed for a man of his stature very well may have heard of her considering that nobles and royalty was all that she targeted for her good deeds.
Another notable thing about this at the moment was that he was riding quite a noble looking horse, but if there was one thing that Clarissa learned, it was this: noble’s horses were not always the bravest, because unlike the knights and their war horses, noble’s horses do not brave the roads a lot, and if they did, they were protected so they started easily. Honestly, Rouland might as well just handed over his money to her now on a silver platter. The moment that the young woman released the rabbit now, all hell seemed to break loose. Brown eyes watched as the rabbit darted underneath the animal and the horse quickly reared up, frighten by what had just happened. It certainly had caught the noble lord by surprise too, for he quickly toppled off the animal now. Not to mention, the priceless look on his face had been enough to state his surprise, and nearly sent her into a fit of giggles as well, but Clarissa quickly sobered her laughter up.
After all, there were horses and nobles to save.
Quickly, she had gotten up and while still under the cover of the bush, sprinted down a couple of yards down and then jumped out of the brush now. After all, it would have been silly to jump out where the rabbit had been, then it would have looked a little too obvious and not innocent at all. Jogging forward, she made her way over towards the horse and rider now. Rouland seemed to be rushing it now, but Clarissa feared that might just cause the horse to run again, and that would just simply complicate things. So while the animal had its eyes on its master now, the young woman leaped forward and within two seconds, snatched at the reins and held them in her hand now. Clarissa made certain that she had a firm grip on the horse as the man came over to his horse now, “There there, horse, it was only a little Frith. Surely such a great animal as you cannot be terrified of a rabbit now, could you?” she asked it with a grin.
Her hand reached up now and bushed some of her wild brunette hair out of her face now as her gaze looked towards Rouland now, “Is this your horse, Sir?” She asked with a grin as she stroked the animal on its face, “I’d say, here I thought men had better wits about them to keep them in the saddle.” Okay, so she might be asking for it right now, but it could not be helped. Images of his face as had tumbled off his horse still played greatly in her mind; it was as if she could not look at him with one serious bone in her body…not that Clarissa ever had a serious bone to begin with.
Notes: Bwahahaha. It's a miracle how you keep track of them, and I just saw that you added another to the de Archer clan as well. Matt Smith is yummy =] I approve. And I also apologize for the length of my posts so far! These are quite depressing sizes for me.
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Jul 8, 2011 7:50:58 GMT -5
Rouland would have been satisfied with his horse being spooked if he had been alone in the forest. His pride was in shatters anyway. He would string the man who sold him the horse by his ears if the unfortunate man ever crossed his path. Rouland’s back hurt, but he was sure nothing was broken; it was the thought that he could have injured himself that really gritted him. He brushed himself down first of all, he was wearing a cloak he’d only recently just purchased and would have been even more irritated to find it torn.
As he rushed forwards, he went to grab the reigns but stopped as there were already hands on them. He looked up and was faced with a young woman. Still heated up from his fall his face flamed up until it matched the colour of his nieces hair. She was touching his horse! She obviously wasn’t a noblewoman, or if she was she wasn’t doing herself any justice. Rouland wasn’t going to deny that she was good looking, but those types of thoughts were defiantly being pushed to the back of his mind; the embarrassment of his fall was now increased tenfold at the thought of an audience. He looked around his person, checking there were no other people to witness his shame. Then the next question popped into his mind; where the hell had she come from?
He took, of course, a defensive stance against the woman. His hands had been flailing uselessly at his side but now he folded them, a stern gaze setting on this young woman. “Who else would the horse belong to?” He asked hot headedly, “It is not yours and we are the only ones here.” Unless it was polite conversation she chose her words badly and Rouland stepped forwards to take his horses reigns when she spoke again. He saw red for a few moments and thought it would be perfectly justifiable to teach this woman some manners. He coughed, she couldn’t know who he was if she was speaking to him in such a way. His niece often tore at his patience, but even she was never that overtly disrespectful or teasing.
“And I thought women had better wits about them to neither be alone in the woods, nor be so respectful to one so..” He thought about the word but looked over the woman as if making a study, “Above yourself in status.” He didn’t care if she was insulted; there was an arrogance and confidence about her that should be discouraged in women at all ages and status. He had no doubt she was probably after money, or she was a poacher or some such trade. They were too far into the forest for her to be a casual passer-by, but Rouland had his sword about him and he was not afraid of some petty woman; he’d faced worse.
Notes: My posting length is worse than yours! And haha Dristan is my idea but I’m not writing him because that would be ridiculous, he’s been taken by one of my friends.
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Post by Clarissa Lockwood on Jul 11, 2011 20:44:43 GMT -5
She waited for the rider with ease, clearly entertained by the horse that she held onto now. It still appeared to be a little flighty due to the rabbit though, before she could even say something to the animal once more, movement caught her eye as Rouland de Archer came over towards them now, and goodness, he did not seem thrilled in the least to set sights upon her. Brown eyes blinked as she noticed how his face was flaming up now, no doubt a clue to his anger, which would probably result in an ugly fit sometime soon which almost made Clarissa think that she did not want to be there to witness it. Key would being ‘almost’ of course though, for she was not easily scared away by pompus nobles and their temper tantrums. If that were the case, the young woman certainly would not be doing this job right now. Patience hinged on her mind as she noted him looking over her now, in a judging sort a way, the way that Vivian did when they first met at the court to which her father took her to visit. She supposed that all royals and nobles had that gift where they’d look one over, and their eyes could penetrate into the very soul.
Clarissa was quite accustomed to this by now though, after all, not too many women decided to wear pants about in Albion, it was considered improper and unlady like as her mother would have put it. Although, this seemed to be the least of the man’s problems at the moment, and more that she had been there to witness his fall. Of course though, Clarissa could only hope that he decided that she had simply been walking down the road verses popping out of the woods. After all, that would look too good since it was she who had set the rabbit out. Although, fate did not seem to be working in her favor though as he quickly snatched the reins out of her hand, so fast that the leather might have created a burn. Waving her hand slightly, as if it air it out dramatically, she glanced from the horse to Rouland now, “Don’t worry Sir, I wasn’t going to do anything to it,” after all, she did not prefer horses. They were loud and rather hard to hide, although, whatever he thought of her, it was certainly something that he did not trust for he took a defensive stance with her right off the bat, “Who else does this horse belong to?” he demanded of her now, a fire in his voice, “It is not yours and we are the only ones here.”
He…made a very valid point, something that she had not thought off. Clearly, she probably should have timed this all a little better. Her shoulders slumped in a light hearted shrug and twisted her lips into a clueless smile, “I don’t know. I feel as if on these roads, everybody’s always losing their horses,” after all, main roads were often the place to target because of the heavy traffic that went through them. While dangerous, they often proved to be the most rewarding. For two seconds now, Clarissa found herself fairly certain that rage flashed across his eyes, clearly, his reputation followed him to the upmost standards, or in simpler terms, nothing spoke of Rouland de Archer had been lies. But she had dealt with worse, and far more many people than just one man. He may have rage as well as a sword, but the young woman was nimble and quick as a rabbit, or so she declared herself. If anybody was to teach some manners to her, they would have to catch her first, and so far, the whole land of Albion was proving to be a less that worthy adversary even with all of its kings, queens, and their noble sheep.
Hardly surprising though, he did not seem to take fair to kindly to her words, “And I thought women had better wits about them to neither be alone in the woods, nor be so respectful to one so…above yourself in status.” Ha, she could have seen that one coming from a mile away. Always had to love the things that nobles came up with about those of the lower class, one would think that they might have been blessed by the gods…oh wait, most of them did believe that, “Oh, I wouldn’t say I’m alone in the woods, because I have you. Plus, main roads are not all that bad, and I don’t think men like to mess with women who wear pants. I’ve hardly run into trouble yet,” she replied now with a cheeky grin before allowing herself to bend over in a swooping bow to the man now, her brown eyes glancing up towards him now, “And forgive me Sir, it is hard to pay respects to somebody when I do not even know their name.”
Notes: Take that back! It most certainly is not, you're doing much better than me! haha, I see, that does make sense. I was about to say, how on earth do you keep track of four characters, but now, I guess you do not have to XD
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Post by Rouland de Archer on Sept 1, 2011 9:17:34 GMT -5
Rouland could feel his face turning as red as his niece’s hair. He had to stop himself shaking with the amount of fury which was radiating through his body. He was already annoyed that his horse had reacted in such a way to a simple bloody rabbit, but it was bad enough this woman had seen everything. Now he looked like some simple fool who could not even keep control of his own horse. Of course, if the horse hadn’t been so jumpy he could have kept perfect control of it. Yes, of course, after all, how could it be his fault? He had been riding horses for as long as he could remember, and he had never fallen from the beasts back before now. Therefore it must be the horses fault Rouland hadn’t been able to keep control of it. That made perfect sense; well, to him anyway.
Rouland was till in a state of shock at the woman’s manner of dress. Even his niece Caitrin, who god knows was the most headstrong and stubborn woman he had ever come across, would never even think about donning mens clothing. At least this woman was addressing him properly, that was one thing he supposed. He had only been worried she was going to ride off with his horse, not that she was going to harm it. The beast might have proven itself completely useless but it had been bloody expensive and he wasn’t going to let this woman away with stealing it! “You think I would have allowed you the opportunity to even think about harming my horse?” Was Rouland’s snappy reply.
How utterly ridiculous. This woman was doing little justice to the intelligence of her gender. A man of his status would hardly be roaming about the woods by himself and happen to come across a pure bred stallion. Or was it in fact that this woman had the cheek to suggest that he would ever lose his horse? None of this was boding particularly well with Rouland’s temper and his face was still incredibly red. “Are you suggesting I would be stupid enough to lose my horse?” He asked her hotly.
Rouland raised yet another eye brow at the woman, trying to calm himself somewhat. It did no good to be full of anger, it clouded your judgement. “You do not ‘have me’.” He replied quickly, “And my name is Lord Rouland de Archer, a little parting gift for you.” He didn’t return the favour and ask her name, he really couldn’t care less. She could stay here and run around the forest in her unconventional clothing until winter for all he cared, all he cared about was getting back to his warm bed; even if that meant being under the same roof as his wife and niece once more.
Notes: I'm ashamed of how long this took me, I'm so sorry!
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