Road to the Grail

[Kookaburra]

Just came on. If you see this, wonderful idea. I was thinking she (they) could head for Ireland or Scotland, and tie up some loose ends, and kind of operate as a side-search for the Grail.
A question, um...is Rea magic, or is she anything else of mention? From your post, it was unclear.
lol, I'll post late.

 

[Blessed-one]

don't know what to post. That's a great idea Kookaburra, i mean, the the side-search for the Grail.

 

[Kookaburra]

I'll try and post later, but I have school now, so yeah...agh...and I may not be able to get on until late tonight--it's 7:16 am. So do what you want with my chars.

 

[CJF]

Um, I'm not sure. It is alittle uncelar isn't it? Um, actually yeah. I wouldn't call it magic because she's a Christian. I would call it a special ability. You'll find out about it a little later on. Here I go with my first post.


The golden sun set fast, and soon a crescent moon had appered. The night fog was heavy. Silently, two eager green eyes, peered through a bush and looked to the left and to the right. Being cautious, so they wouldn't draw attention the figure crept silently along a winding trail that had once been used for riders on horseback to travel through the woods. Now the path was mostly hidden by weeds and such greenery.
Once the figure had reached a small clearing, they stopped, and crouched low. She said she'd be here. Where is she? they though. Suddenly, the figure jerked their head to the left. Quieter than silence, they pulled their sword out from it's sheith, awaiting an attack. The opponent smiled.
"I wondered if you'd take my letter seriously." they said.
The attack ready figure sheithed their sword.
"It's not everyday that you get invited to search for the Holy Grail." they said.
"I'm glad you came Rea." the second person said. Realan Tusac emerged into a tine puddle of light. Smiling she said,
"I'm suprised you remembered me, Arannte. What has it been? Ten years?"
"Oh please, don't remind me. Has it really been ten years? My, thease years went by fast."
"Tell me about it. Anyways, we should get a move on if we're to reach Ireland in a few months."
Arannte nodded, and mounted Nightmare who had been silently hidden all this time. Rea whistled and out of nowhere, and white blurr could be seen running through the night. Her pure white horse named Gwanthi trotted up to her. Rea mounted her and the two re-united friends rode off into the night.


If you haven't guessed, Rea's ability is being able to keep silent. She's got this thing that she doesn't understand, but she can keep completly silent, even when running in water.

 

[CJF]

Have to clean my room. Will be back.

 

[CJF]

BUMP!

 

[CJF]

Here's a more perfected pic of Rea. http://www.tolkienonline.com/gallery/galery_item.cfm?ID=526

 

[CJF]

Incase the pic wont come in, here's the image.

 

[CJF]

Blessings for Navy Seal!

 

[CJF]

Rebecca barely spoke for the next few days. She ate almost nothing, and would only drink water. Her health dropped extremly low extremly fast. Robin urged her to eat something, but she refused. Rebecca was confused.
"Why didn't she tell me she was leaving? She didn't even tell me why!" Rebecca wailed.
"She most likely had her reasons. You never know."
Rebecca wiped a run away tear from her eye. Robin smiled and lifted her chin with his hand.
"Hey," he said, "It's okay."
"It's just hard to let her go. She been there for me forever!" Rebecca said, tears streaming down her face.
"You still have me." Robin said smiling. Rebecca smiled slightly, as Robin wiped the tears from her face. He kissed her cheek, and embraced her.

 

[Kookaburra]

Gwanthi and Nightmare were straining at the bits, eager to be allowed to roam free. But the riders had other ideas--they did not want to hazard their journey for a bit of frolic, so they waited, and watched.
Nightmare clung to the rocky ledges where he came from, and would walk quickest where others would walk slowest, finding the easiest path for Gwanthi, who was more skilled in other areas, including the plains, sloughs, water and quicksand.
Rea and Arannte halted the horses in a sheltered area, and they quickly prepared a camp. While Rea caught a rabbit in a snare, Arannte started the fire, heated some water and inspected their position.
Rea soon returned, but with a wild fowl bird as well as a rabbit.
She smiled and hunkered down next to the fire, skinning and dressing the rabbit as Arannte got the messy job of plucking and cleaning the sage hen.
Smiling silently at each other, Arannte fetched some leaves from the surrounding area, and Rea saw them and smiled. "I didn't know they grew here," She said, yawning.
"You just have to know where to look," replied Arannte, wrapping the bird in the leaves and then rolling it in river mud. She then buried it in the sand on the outside of their fire to cook.
The two exchanged glances. "If you teach me more skill in swordfighting, I'll teach you how to cook."
They both laughed, and Rea smiled at her friend. "All right, you teach me how to the herbs of the wild, and cooking, and I'll teach you how to fight, hand-to-hand with the enemy."
"It's nice seeing you again, after all this time."
"Is it? I think you're a little obnoxious already!"
Gladness and laughter spilled from the little fire as darkness drew its sultry cloud around them, and the chatter of cicadas droned in the night as the silvery starlight filtered through the trees.

 

[CJF]

I'll post later. One, I can't think of anything and two I have a guest over.

 

[Blessed-one]

.... since will's not here, i hope he doesn't get mad when he comes back.
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It was soon clear that Arannte was missing and Rebecca was having a hard time over that. Nyanie nodded to herself silently.

"Well, time to move on." Even said one day.
"If we wanted to find the Holy Grail," Rylan said, emerging from the hut he shared with Ellome and Hyine.
No one spoke much about Arrante's disappearance. As Robin said, she probably has her own reason, but now it was time to move on, before everything was lost.

 

[CJF]

Rea crawled along the wet ground, silently. She poked her head over a tree stump and gasped.
"It can't be!" she whispered. Her eyes strained to see the face of the person in front of her. She couldn't see his face, but she knew he wasn't safe. She ran back to camp, and woke Arannte.
"We have to leave now."
"What is it?" Arannte asked.
"If it's who I think it is, then this is not good."

 

[Kookaburra]

"What is it?" demanded Arannte, seeing the urgency in Rea's eyes.
"If it's who I think it is, then this is not good." came the reply.
Wordlessly, Arannte rose and slipped her cloak over her clothes, drawing the hood over her eyes.
She didn't question her friend, because she knew she wouldn't have been woken if it was something she could take care of with her usual silence and formidable strength.
They prepared their horses, who were snuffing eagerly at the morning air--at least, Nightmare was...Gwanthi was not as restless a bloodhound as Nightmare, and the black mare could smell danger, and relished it.
Arannte removed the bridle, because she preferred to ride without it, and Rea smiled when she noticed the saddle--a light, well-constructed one that allowed more movement. It had a metal ring as the pommel, which Arannte usually rested her strung bow against.
Arannte saw her looking at Nightmare, and they both smiled. "Just like old times, eh?" she said, as she tucked the gold-rope bridle into her saddlebag.
"Yes...." Rea said, her voice trailing off. Then, a trifle quieter, "Let's go."
Arannte nodded and swung up on Nightmare, and they were off at a brisk trot, the horses neck-to-neck as they kept to the darker shade along the roads and often took obscure paths to stay out of sight of whoever was following them.

 

[CJF]

As the first ray's of sunlight krept their faces over the mountains, Rea and Arannte stopped for a small break. Rea dismounted and walked Gwanthi to a nearby stream. Suddenly, Gwanthi's ears perked up, and she stopped drinking. Rea could tell something was wrong. She tied Gwanthi up, and walked along the sides of the stream. She suddenly heard a voice talking. She followed the voice, until it lead her to a small clearing. She noticed the same person she'd seen the night before.
"It is him!" She exclaimed to herself. Rea turrned and ran back to camp. Mystic was next to Arannte, who was sitting with her arms crossed, her knees tucked under her chin. She looked at Rea, and imediatly knew that she'd found something.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Jacob." Rea replied. Arannte's eyes widned, and her mouth dropped.
"Jacob Marshall?"
Rea nodded.
"Are you sure?"
"Sure I'm sure. I recognized his voice and I got a good look at his face. Yes, it's him."
"But what is he doing here in England?"
"You're asking the wrong person. One thing's for sure: We don't want to run into him."
"You're telling me. He was furious the last time we saw him."
"I know. He didn't like two little girls butting onto his proporty and then getting him fined for steeling, and selling other peoples things. I wonder why he's here?"
"I'm not to sure we want to find out." Arannte said standing.


You can finish Kookaburra.

 

[Kookaburra]

errrr...I'll post in a little bit. I think you got Rebecca and Arannte's horses mixed up...Arannte's is Nightmare....

 

[CJF]

Duh! I knew that. Sorry. I'm a little tired. Oh well.

[GLOW=purple]I'll post about Rebecca and Robin in a little while.

 

[Kookaburra]

coolea! WB keeps me from posting right now.

 

[CJF]

Okay, I have an idea. But...I'm kinda not sure about it. Okay, yes I'm sure. Sorry to do this, but I'm dropping Henry. Yes, he was a cool guy. But I have a great idea that I want to start. And I haven't posted about Henry that much anyways.


NAME: Prince Edward, The Black Prince of Wailes

AGE: 24

GENDER: Male

RACE: Human

DESCRIPTION:

PERSONALITY: He's got a friendly nature, but he's a Prince, and he has trouble remembering that he's also the future King of France. His father is dead, but he's not leagally the King until he marries.

WEAPONS: He mostly uses a special sword that a friend made him. Engraved on the sword in fancy letters are the words, "Mandra, Baudh"
Translated they mean "Nobility and Judgement."

BIOGRAPHY: Edward was 14 when his sister died, and 18 when his father died. His mothers health is failing, and he can't leagally rule until he's married. Edward once believed he'd met the right one when he was younger, but when she dissapeared he thought otherwise. Little does he know of her exsistance. And little does he know that their paths will cross again.

Sorry. I remembered while going to bed last night that Edward is the futur King of FRANCE, not England. That's Josh's character. Just to clear some things up, Edward will rule France.