JA's - The Prince's Own

[Axel]

Declan

A tall, thin, red haired man steps out from one pavilion, rubbing his bleary eyes on the way to the toilet. He is dressed in the robes of a novice priest of Abadar, though the robes are dishevelled and poorly arranged. To complete the appearance of hasty dressing he is barefoot. The thin priest walks to the left, towards the washrooms, without noticing the dead bodies, armed people and pools of blood, muttering to himself about giving up drink.

Suddenly, his left foot lands squarely in a pool of congeealing blood and causes him to nearly lose his balance. Looking up sharply he takes in the tableu, his face a picture of shock and disbelief. Turning to the two other living people in sight he says "What in the name of Abadar happened here? A...are they dead?" Catching sight of the unsheathed weapon in the girl's hand he adds "Was this YOUR doing?" while withdrawing away from her slightly.

 

[Rhun]

Vanessa steps from the pavilion, her fair skin gone even paler at the sight of all the blood and gore. She is tall and svelte, and well-dressed in a gown of cutting-edge court fashion. She is very attractive and exotic in appearance, with silvery hair and violet eyes. She doesn't seem to carry any visible weapons, and seems to be a bit stunned by the gruesome scene.

 

[Scotley]

Henry rubs his eyes in disbelief and stands. A strapping well-muscled lad he has yet to get comfortable with a recent growth spurt which has set him towering above most men. He has blue eyes, fair skin and aristocratic features along with dark raven hair. He is a well featured lad and could even be called handsome though his fine new clothes of cream and maroon are a bit wrinkled, his eyes are bloodshot and he needs a shave. He has a dagger at his belt, but seeing no obvious threat he doesn't draw it. He does examine the other survivors for signs they have been in a fight. Gods how much did I drink that I slept through this?

 

[J. Alexander]

Behind the silvery haired female a dark haired youth also appears with no apparant weapone in his hand. Along the perimerter 4 more males appear in varrying degress of undress. Roll spot/perception DC 20 no levle adjustment just a st8 up roll with your abilities please

 

[Axel]

Declan

The red haired priest speaks, his patrician features still registering shock at the scene. "My...my apologies madame. You could not have done this deed. Your sword is unbloodied, as are your clothes and arms. I mis-spoke, and crave your forgiveness."

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Used up all my luck for this game already... Them's the breaks I guess.

[MENTION=11520]Scotley[/MENTION]: It looks like we have the same colour speaking text. I will change mine to this colour.
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[Scotley]

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It looks like we have the same colour speaking text. I will change mine to this colour.
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OOC: [sblock=Axel]No Worries, I usually use gray in italics for thoughts, but I'll gladly choose something else for speaking.[/sblock]

 

[ghostcat]

Suddenly the enormity of the situation hits Yevas and the dinner and snacks from the previous night rise up to his throat and threats to spill out. Fortunately his training re-asserts itself and he is able to put the horrors to the back of his mind and save his dignity.

Continually looking around him, Yevas carefully moves to the nearest body, avoiding the blood as much as possible. Once there he squats down and tries the determine the cause of the wounds.

 

[Thanee]

Kyra

Kyra doesn't really take notice of the words addressed to her, while she looks around, searching for danger and whoever might be responsible for this bloodbath. Only after a moment, she realizes, that the young man might have meant her? “What? Oh, no, of course not! But please, be careful, whoever did this might still be around!”

 

[Scotley]

Henry finally pulls himself together. He walks carefully to avoid the spilled blood. He's been on a battlefield or two and he has seen such things before. He looks for tracks to see where the murderers might have gone and keeps his distance from the others, though they seem as bewildered as he. He calls to the others, "Arm yourselves if you can. They may decide to finish what they have started. I for one will not go without a fight."

OOC: If he spots a weapon more substantial than his dagger among the fallen he will take it up.

 

[Rhun]

OOC: Perception.