The RP

[LuciasFalkner]

Adminius twitched violently as the shout jolted him awake. He sat up abruptly, accidentally banging his head on the oil lamp above him. He let out a loud groan and rubbed his head. "Ow... What the hell, Charlotte...?" He blinked when he saw Corinthia, and he looked between everyone. "... What happened?"

[sunter]

She let out a groan, rubbing a finger against her temple. "Sam, Alaric made it to his bed, correct?"

[Nobody]

"Who?" Sam asked, befuddled. Corinthia's eyes widened and she looked to be on the verge of hysteria.

[sunter]

She slowly walked over to Sam. "Sam, just keep up for a moment. Alaric. About this tall." She held up her hand. "Passed out. Carried him on the back of a horse for about 7 hours. Hopefully made sure he got into a proper bed. Ringing any bells?"

[Nobody]

Sam concentrated. "Sorry. Blows to the noggin and what have you. Yeah, he should be right there." Sam pointed to the side room. "I don't think he's up though." Corinthia rose and rushed to the room in question. She fell next to the bed and put her head against his chest, visibly relieved at the sound of his heartbeat. She almost started to cry again.

[sunter]

Charlotte peeked into the room just make sure Sam wasn't wntirely inept. She turned away from the door at the confirmation that Alaric was still breathing, but begrudgingly turned back. "He took a couple of pretty good hits, but nothing too serious. He'll probably be awake soon." A sudden thought intruded into her mind. *please do not tell him what became of me* "Now, if you'll excuse me." She left to another room before anybody could say anything else and quickly entered. Charlotte quickly shut it behind her, sliding down to the floor with her back pressed against the door.

[LuciasFalkner]

Aoife hummed as she walked towards the council building, sporting a new pair of winged greaves. At the recommendation of the armorer that she had visited, he added plating to her skirt, giving her that ever so slight bit of extra protection. Libertatem wasn't the most lively of cities at night, but there was more than sufficient lighting the guide her down the streets. In respect to the clothes that she had to replace, she'd thrown them in the nearest trash can. There would be no fixing that catastrophe. With a sigh, she rubbed the pendant that Charlotte had returned to her and wondered just what could have happened while the three were away. For a warrior as skilled as Alaric to be passed out for so long, she felt further relief at the fact that they had all returned alive. She stopped for a moment, an assortment of thoughts running through her head. As she did, however, a growing feeling of unease began to creep over her. With a glance around, she continued onward, this time at a faster pace.

[sunter]

Charlotte jolted awake in her bed. The last thing she remembered was falling sitting against the door. It was a wonder how she had gotten into the bed without noticing. She got out of bed and changed into a regular old shirt and pants combination, nearly folding her regular clothes and setting them on the bed. she grabbed her remaining dagger and sheathed in on her waist. "I'm going to need find a new one." Charlotte entered the main room, expecting somebody to be awake. The low light told her that the sun was just about to rise. "Nobody else huh? Like clockwork I suppose."

[Nobody]

Alaric woke silently. He looked about the room, recognizing the familiar shapes and peculiarities of Libertaten architecture. He sat up on the bed, noting that someone had changed his clothes. -It is safe to presume we won the fight, after I fell.- His face burned with embarrassment at the thought. What spell could possibly down him head on? Some warrior he was turning out to be. He leaned forward and pressed his face into his hands. -Brother... I am a poor replacement for you.-

[LuciasFalkner]

Adminius emerged from his room, already dressed in his usual uniform with Caladbolg at his side. He took a deep breath, visibly refreshed from his rest. He started to think back on the event of the last few days, though they were interrupted when he noticed Charlotte. "Oh, good morning."

[sunter]

"Oh. Adminius. You're up earlier than I expected." She let out a yawn. "I take it you slet well?"

[LuciasFalkner]

"Luckily, I didnt take nearly as much of a beating as Alaric." He rubbed his head and moved over to her. He looked around for a brief moment, seemingly confused. "I fell asleep before Aoife returned. Do you know if she got back last night?"

[Nobody]

"I should like an answer to that as well." Alaric stood in the doorway of his room, leaning against the frame. "If our efforts were for nought, it would be a shame to learn of it now in my home."

[sunter]

Charlotte jumped at his voice. "Oh! You're awake too." Charlotte started walking toward the front door. "I imagine she made it back fine. The threat was dealt with, so there should be any more attempts on her life. At least from high level attackers."

[LuciasFalkner]

Adminius thought for a moment. "... She always has been a light sleeper. She's most likely gone for a walk. Clear her head. She seemed to go through quite a bit while we were gone. Oh, by the way, do either of you know where she got that hairpin?"