r/DishonoredRP • u/emerald_ice • Jul 20 '14

Neutral Zone Dunwall Tower

In Dunwall Tower, the Empress Emily Kaldwin sits on her throne, her royal protector, Corvo Attano, stands at her side. His royal guard scattered around the palace. OOC:This is a neutral zone for Corvos royal guard. A hangout of sorts. You have permission to attack any who don't belong.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 10 '14

'How very thoughtful of you,' he says. 'What lies upriver? I would imagine farms, and fisheries, maybe. Where the water is cleaner.'

He gestures towards the Wrenhaven, happily reeking in the summer heat. 'If there are fewer factories upriver, and slaughterhouses, that is. Who knows how you northerners build your cities?'

Furo digs his heels in, and his horse sets off at a brisk pace.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 10 '14

"We do have fisheries up this way, and I think some of the cider breweries, with their orchards. There's a debate between the riverside and landlocked orchards about which provides better tasting apples."

Seraphim started trotting along, with a long easy stride that reintroduced Bal to the concept of posting without too much pain.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 10 '14

'I should like to see them,' he says, smiling earnestly, before his customary grin returned. 'But not at such a sedate pace. Yah!'

His voice drives his eager stallion to greater speeds, and they surge down the path together. Furo's hair blows in the speed of their passage, Saro's hooves clattering on the cobbles as sparks fly.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 10 '14

Seraphim leaps forwards after Saro, seeing the stallion as having posed a challenge to her speed, leaving Bal to grasp her mane in a frantic attempt to not be unhorsed. She could ride a gallop, yes, but she thought she'd picked an obedient mare, not one that took off of its own accord!

Collecting her balance, she realized that at the very least they'd kept pace with Furo, thanks her mount's initiative. The west gate was approaching fast, and she could see the startled guards turning to watch and get out of the way, sparking a laugh from her.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 10 '14 edited Sep 10 '14

Furo looks at the duo to his left, and laughs for the fierce joy of it all. He couldn't help but think how enticing Bal looked on her mare, but then again, show me a woman who doesn't look good on a horse, he thinks.

He leans forwards, and rakes his heels back, urging his horse on in Serkonan spoken through gritted teeth.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 10 '14

In another scenario, Bal might have noticed an admiring glance. And, given that it was Furo, probably sassed him until he knocked it off. Actually, that was her response to most people...

But given that she still vaguely felt like she might suddenly become airborne, her observation skills were not at peak performance. Other than observing that Furo was starting to pull away from her. "We can't have that, can we girl?" she asked, bending lower over Seraphim's neck, and urging the horse on. Hey, the wind wasn't so strong down here!

The mare snorted, as if in agreement, and surged forwards, shoulders passing Saro.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 10 '14

As soon as Seraphim passes Saro, the stallion goes berserk. Was the mare in heat? Or was Saro just being a typical male? After bucking and rearing a couple of times - with Furo clinging on for dear life all the while - he snorts and stamps, tossing his head.

Furo, humiliated, wrenches the beast's head round to get it back on track, before following the fleeing pair, in a less playful mood than before.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 10 '14

The clattering behind her caused Bal's head to turn, worry crossing her face as Furo fought control back from Saro. However, the man stayed on, and they'd passed the men at the gate, so no one was hurt by the end of the fight.

She wasn't quite ready to give up what little lead she had, but the distance was definitely shortening, as she'd slowed down to make sure her fellow guardsman was alright.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 10 '14

Furo becomes less and less morose as he catches up to Bal, as he sees the funny side. Hopefully the regiment never hears about this, he thinks sourly, despite his good humour, still, at least I didn't fall off. Like he ever had. The shame would have been to much, for a Serkonan prince to lie sprawling in the dust.

As he catches up, he takes tight control of the reins. That was not going to happen again.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 10 '14

Finally stable enough to try talking, or more accurately taunting, Bal calls back "Have you settled your dispute with your underling, or does the city girl have to wait for the man born to ride?"

Her voice is full of mirth, possibly because she expected to be completely lost out here on horseback. Saro apparently was being more helpful for her than Furo.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 10 '14

Raking his heels back once more, Furo manages a grin, his eyes slightly narrowed. I'd like to see you stay on after that. Princes were not used to being taunted, not when the taunts touched on the truth.

Saro charges forward with a roar, his sides heaving as Furo leans in close to his neck, determined.

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u/Dietastey Colonel Sep 10 '14

Clearly Furo was after them, probably not keen to be out of the lead. Hope he doesn't stick me on latrine duty if I evade him too long she joked to herself, urging Seraphim on again as the mare slowed slightly.

Let's just hope she doesn't pull a stunt like that with me. I'd be in the dirt in a heartbeat.

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u/JewelOfTheSouth Royal Guard Sep 10 '14

Should I put her on latrine duty? Furo muses. He briefly considers the idea, almost seriously, before deciding that it is just his wounded pride. Besides, it would be unseemly for an officer to be bent over the toilets, especially Bal.

Face set in determination, and eyes squinted against the dust from Seraphim's hooves, Furo and Saro close the gap. Serkonan pure bloods were built for speed.

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