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SigmaDelta

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  1. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King

    It wasn't long before every former prisoner had been patched up by Michael and the girl next to him. After wrapping up what bandages and other primitive medical supplies they had left, Michael stood to his feet. He absolutely did not want to be here when those guards came. Whether the others were coming or not, or if they were going to doddle around as they have been, was not his problem. He had heard news of the enemy's forces coming to get them soon, and as of this moment, they were all sitting ducks. The group had, unfortunately, came to the agreement that they were going to head along the river. They needed to stay together as a group, so it wouldn't be wise for Michael to separate from them. "Come on," He stated, and took the liberty of beginning the trip north, not looking back to see if they were going to follow him. He knew that they needed some sort of spark, something to get this adventure started. He knew they were going to follow, but leading in front of everyone was lonely business. ((Dead thread is dead? TJ did state he was going to post tomorrow or Friday, but I'm becoming increasingly impatient. My bad...))
  2. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King

    When Michael saw the wrestling couple appear, he had planned to back up with the girl and hide behind Avan. He didn't follow through though because the back of his clothes were already seething hot, and he didn't want to go deeper in. It seemed the conflict was ended when the mysterious man apologized and offered up a vial, which seemed to be something Avan needed, as he reacted to it, paying careful attention to the limp arm that dangled at his side. As the man spoke, Michael had a terrible, feeling from him. He seemed too... proper. Too sure of himself. He also held possession of the antidote Avan needed. How did he acquire such a thing? Who was this man? Michael observed the man long and hard, noticing two black, fancy-looking daggers strapped to a belt around his waist. He needed to keep an eye on the man's hands; there shouldn't be any reason to reach for his waist area except to grab those daggers. Michael had to be very wary of him. Michael's observations were interrupted when one of the prisoners offered to patch up the injured with some supplies she had on hand. This was a relief for Michael, not because he himself was injured, but because after that plan he'd made about fixing people up, he'd had no idea what they were supposed to have used. However, one woman was belligerently refusing to go along with the group to flee from the guards. In fact, she was planning on going back into the dragon's nest. Foolish woman. Michael wasn't going to judge her though. Not aloud anyway. He, along with the group, had no obligation to help her escape. If she wished to be recaptured, then it was her prerogative. Michael released the girl's wrist, which he'd just remembered he'd been grasping the entire time, and headed towards the center of the clearing. He stood beside the archer and said to her, "I can help you patch them up." Michael had extensive knowledge in first aid, and even dabbled in some advanced surgery and disease control, none of the three of which he really needed if all she had was poultice and bandages though.
  3. SigmaDelta

    Stuff you wish Girls Knew

    Same here, man
  4. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King

    Michael was also reluctant to agree with Avan, partly because it would mean that Michael would be admitting that he was wrong. Which he sort of was. Sure, they couldn't travel eight miles, but it didn't take a tactical genius to know that a group was going to head north by river if most of the party is injured. They were at an impasse, and Michael didn't seem like he had any significant say in the group vote, most likely because he wasn't seen as any sort of leader, from his small stature. If only they had a couple or three horses for the injured to ride on. Of course, if they had horses, then it wouldn't be hard for the guards to obtain some either. The heat of the forest had caught up to them, and Michael felt the back of his clothes heat up considerably. "Fine, do what you will." he said bitterly. However, he wasn't going to stoop down low enough to rub it in their faces if their plan backfires because they're captured or further injured. "It sure is hot here." He proclaimed sarcastically, fanning himself dramatically.
  5. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King OT

    Michael's pretty much bound to whatever "camp" you identify yourself with
  6. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King

    Michael snatched his dagger quickly when a female dashed into the clearing, shouting something in another language. Not only was she young, she was about Michael's age, though she was taller and more developed, as Michael was small for his age and also that girls matured quicker than boys. He pressed his dagger back into his sheathe when he processed that she was not a guard. She didn't much look like a prisoner either as she wasn't as dirty-looking and pale as the others were. However, he did not see her as a threat. Michael stepped forward when he heard her speaking the foreign language. Michael had heard this language before. He picked up languages extremely easily and could understand several languages that he'd heard before, even though he couldn't speak them. Michael's mind processed the girl's foreign language quickly as she jumped from one prisoner to the other. Michael pretended he didn't understand her language, as he might be pressured to speak it as well if others found out, which he could not do. He heard her state that they would be coming soon, which everyone already knew, so Michael brushed her words off as nothing important. However, her incessant speaking began to irritate Michael. She kept talking and talking and Michael's brain was forcing him to understand it. And she seemed freaked out too. The more she displayed her unsettled attitude, the more unsettled the others would be. Michael stepped forward from behind Avan when she got to him and reached out and grabbed her hand. He tried to comfort her, but didn't know how to twist human emotions to his liking. He patted her on the shoulder and lifted a finger to his mouth, as a universal symbol for silence. Then he spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear, which made him uncomfortable, "First things are first. We need to provide medical attention to those who need it. Right now, to those who are injured in their legs or at places making it difficult to walk. While we walk, we can fix up other injuries, even if just temporarily." Michael took a breath and settled down his slight social anxiety. "They're coming soon, we need to get moving. We can socialize later. We should move east. There's no point in getting comfortable up north with the many needs we have to get taken care of first. Let's go." He decided to restate the foreign prisoner's words without raising suspicion to the others that he understood her ramblings.
  7. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King

    Michael nodded silently to Avan when he suggested grouping up with the other prisoners. Michael began to follow Avan into the forest but paused mid-step and hid behind a tree when he heard the voices speaking. While one of the guards, apparently Captain now, spoke of his plan, Michael eavesdropped. When he decided he'd heard enough, Michael dashed after Avan again. As they made their way through the forest, Michael hoped that Avan knew where he was going; he didn't want them to be traveling straight into a group of Crows. They were approaching the clearing and Michael observed what the prisoners looked like, none of which did he recognize, at least from the distance. He realized that his wet demeanor actually did serve a purpose, no matter how unnecessary: to protect his pale young skin from the harsh heat of the inferno. When they emerged from the forest and into the clearing, the first thing Michael noticed was the heavy tension of mistrust among them. He was glad that he found someone he knew, otherwise he'd be like them too. Avan called off a man who was readily placing his hand on his dagger, and Michael wondered briefly of how many of these people were actually bad people, and what they had done to get themselves into this position. Michael stayed dwelling in Avan's shadow, or of what remained of it from the growing fires behind them. Michael silently tugged on the back of Avan's shirt. He glancing behind them, in the direction from which they had come, "They're going to form a search party soon and begin putting out the fires. In fact, I'm sure they've already started." Michael motioned to the other former-prisoners and added, "we should get going soon, whether they trust each other or not. We can bond later. Anyone who refuses to comply is likely to be recaptured." He said quietly enough to be out of earshot of the escapees. Michael wasn't one for giving orders, or for even speaking very loudly towards others, so he used Avan as a sort of second party announcer.
  8. Don't try towards behavior modification. Try towards thinking modification. Replenish and rinse out your mind with the Word of God and it will ultimately alter your urge to sin.
  9. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King

    Michael made his way through the billowing smoke through the trees, keeping his eyes half closed to protect them from the bright flames. He heard a male's voice saying something quietly. Michael tried to see the best he could, and could only make out a figure walking away from him. It had the shape a female, and took shorter, lighter steps through the dead leaves than what a male would take. She was most likely a prisoner as well. Michael was about to follow after her when another shape caught in the corner of his eye. When the voice directed a question to him, Michael was startled and half-reached for the knife on his left hip. However, he processed that the voice was not loud, like how Michael imagined a Crow's demanding, arrogant voice would be. Instead, it was quiet, only loud enough to be within earshot of Michael. Obviously to keep out any others who might hear. Michael interpreted this as proof that this was a safe person to approach. He just had to prove to the other person that Michael was, in fact, not dangerous to him. Another thought hit him while he was processing the last. The voice seemed familiar. He couldn't put his finger on who, but it was one of the Hawks that he used to see whenever he'd visit the camp several years ago. Michael took a few steps towards the figure, with his hands held out to show that he was not about to pull a knife on him. When Michael was close enough to see who it was, but far enough to ensure that this man was not going to attack him, he realized who he was. "Avan? You're here too?" Michael didn't know what Avan could have done to find his way into prison, but given that he was a Hawk, it wasn't hard to figure it out. Michael dropped his hands and approached Avan, "How have you been?" he inquired. Michael was really not interested in small talk like this, but certain people, Avan for example, did, as Michael recalled. Not that he believed now was the proper time to engage in it.
  10. SigmaDelta

    Stuff you wish Girls Knew

    Aha my bad my bad, one of the girls quoted you
  11. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King

    Michael breathed softly and rhythmically with his eyes closed in a dark corner of the prison. Voices of far off guards made their way to his ears and Michael could interpret roughly what was going on outside without actually being outside. He was biding his time to escape, as most of the guards would go after the first runaways. When he heard that they had set the fire, it was most likely as last tactic of theirs, meaning they had all the guards they could spare. Michael concluded that the numbers of guards who remained in the prison would only increase from here on. He decided to make his move now. He pushed up from his leaning position against the wall and peered over the corner. No guards. Michael dashed forward and made his way upstairs, where the officials offices and living quarters were probably at. He was right. He looked around the guard-less chamber and located his missing clothes and weapons. Michael jumped into the headmaster's quarter's bathroom and dumped buckets of water on himself until he was soaked. He did not want to have to cross a wall of fire unprepared. Now it was time to escape. He made his way downstairs, being very wary of where he was leaving dripping watermarks. When he made it to the front doors, multiple guards were there, either running around or conversing with each other on tactical plans. Michael brushed a wet blade of hair out of his eyes and decided to find an alternative way out. He decided it was better to avoid conflict wherever possible. Michael unclipped his rod from his back and smashed a window he found on the side of the prison. He reattached it and fit his small child's body through the shards of glass that still remained. Wow, they really outdid themselves this time. The fire was huge! The entire forest was going to burn down at this rate. Somebody must have made a very rushed, very foolish decision. Michael hoped that what water his clothes had soaked up would be enough to block off this large fire. He took a dash into the forest, hoping to get to the other side, where he heard the guards saying that the prisoners were making their way to. Through the roaring fire in his ear, Michael could make out arrows whizzing through the air and horses neighing loudly. It was a battlefield out here. He had to rely mostly on sounds to make out what was going on, as his eyes were blinded by brightly burning fires, his nose was only taking in the heavy fumes of burning trees, and he could only feel hot heat radiating from the fires near him.
  12. SigmaDelta

    Stuff you wish Girls Knew

    Exact same words too; what a coincidence.
  13. SigmaDelta

    The Crow King OT

    Name: Michael Forte Age: 14 Gender: Male Appearance: Image Prisoner or Crow: Prisoner Reason for being a Prisoner: Murder Weapons: Main weapon is a five foot pole that hangs fastened to his back. A small dagger strapped on his left waist is used for backup. Bio: Michael was born to rebel parents. It was from them that he learned advanced martial arts, weapon wielding, and analytical skills from an early age. Michael has an extremely sharp mind and is constantly contemplating and observing his surroundings. He has a keen sense of smell and hearing. All of these attributes are thanks to his parents, who were excellent at whatever they did. However, since his parents' executions as rebels when he was four, Michael had been in and out with living with the Hawks, where his parents had been. He didn't see much of the Hawks because he was sort of a loner, but he still considered himself as one. He was at his current age, fourteen, before being cornered by government officials. After killing most of them off, reinforcements were sent to deal with him, and there were too many for Michael to handle. He was ultimately thrown into prison.
  14. The prison's located at Tirh Ciaradh right? :)

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