Arturia/Light Dress/1
From Create Your Own Story
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Current revision as of 21:44, 1 March 2012
You feel like it would be a pain to have to listen to everyone making a fuss over this, so you walk over to the carriage where you meet your escort.
There's 20 guards, 30 servants and 10 maids. Hardly much of an army, but all you'll be getting. No use moping about, there are some fine swordsmen among the guards and most of the servants look like they could handle a weapon, if it came down to it. You recognize one of the older maids; her name is Betty. She has been around since you were little and always complains you aren't ladylike enough. You don't particularly like her, but given the circumstances it may be a good idea to seek her advice on how to behave when you meet your new lord.
You greet the captain of the guards as he approaches you. He's a large, burly middle aged man with a large scar across his face. He goes by the name of Duran. He's one of the few warriors in the castle that can keep up with you in a one-on-one battle. He can even teach you a few moves here and there. You respect him alot and are happy to have him along, even if his drinking habits annoy you a bit.
"Ah, you've finally arrived lass." He speaks to you without any of the formality people normally treat a member of the royal family with. You tolerate it from him since you have known him for a long time and he means no disrespect by it. "Are ye ready to leave fer yer first taste of a real man?"
You blush furiously at his dry remark on your inexperience with men. "Don't just assume I will fail just because this will be my first battle" you blurt out. You instantly regret calling it a 'battle' which doesn't seem entirely appropriate considering you will have to show yourself as a woman this time around, not as your usual warrior self. You wonder if you should have dressed a little more feminine, but quickly dismiss that thought, as it would have only made you even more nervous.
You take a deep breath to collect yourself. "So. Where will we be going then? Who am I to be a woman for?"
"We'll be taking you to... :"
The prince of a neighboring country as a symbol of our Alliance
The prince of a neighboring country to enforce a ceasefire
A mighty lord who will provide a great military asset to our army
A mysterious lord to whom your father owes a huge personal debt
| Status | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Light Dress, Fine Longsword |
| Stamina | 100 | |
| Mood | Resigned | Inventory:
none |
| Purse | 50, 00, 00 | |
