{"id":33767,"date":"2012-09-22T07:41:18","date_gmt":"2012-09-22T07:41:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/09\/22\/desperate-survival-open-rp-9\/"},"modified":"2012-09-22T07:41:18","modified_gmt":"2012-09-22T07:41:18","slug":"desperate-survival-open-rp-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/09\/22\/desperate-survival-open-rp-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Desperate Survival (Open RP)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/henry-prince-of-wales.tumblr.com\/post\/32037207836\/desperate-survival-open-rp\">henry-prince-of-wales<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/32037066403\/desperate-survival-open-rp\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/henry-prince-of-wales.tumblr.com\/post\/32036571887\/desperate-survival-open-rp\">henry-prince-of-wales<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/iamthefirechild.tumblr.com\/post\/32035959095\/desperate-survival-open-rp\">iamthefirechild<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p><a class=\"tumblr_blog\" href=\"http:\/\/henry-prince-of-wales.tumblr.com\/post\/32035275725\/desperate-survival-open-rp\">henry-prince-of-wales<\/a>:<\/p>\n<blockquote>\n<p>The King\u2019s forces had been at war, so-to-speak, with rebel forces for a good three months now. Those who hadn\u2019t been sent home or cycled out were battle weary and exhausted. It came as no surprise to them when someone would fall out of line while their group marched onward. Sadly their corpses had to be left behind as their advancement could not be halted for fear of ambush once stopped. Somewhere deep in the forest fought the remains of a small skirmish that had jumped a squad of six men.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>There was no telling how this conflict would end, but the Prince of Wales knew it wouldn\u2019t end well. He was locked in bitter combat with two men that would surely gut him if given an opening. One of those men was badly wounded and wouldn\u2019t be standing much longer. A swing and a miss as someone was cut down trying to strike a vital region on the other while the third collapsed without strength to keep himself up. \u00a0The Prince was victorious, but hopelessly lost and alone in the darkness as the moon rose from beyond the horizon.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He looked around and strained his eyes trying to see if he could make out the main road. But sadly all he saw were trees and shadows with no hope of returning to the main\u00a0detachment of soldiers. The Prince was starving but only had one loaf of bread left on his person. He\u2019d have to make it last until he could find friendly forces or make it out of the forest and into a village. \u201cDamn\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Summer hated the way she was drawn to battles. The pain, the fear, the anger, the whole desperate struggle for life or death \u2014 it grated on her senses as no other thing did, but also called to her. Who else could ease pain the way she could? Who else could tell the living from the dead, those who could be saved from those who were long lost?<\/p>\n<p>This tiny conflict had lasted long beyond sunset, and she\u2019d called up a tiny flame to see by when she heard someone else moving through the forest. Letting the flame go out, she gave her eyes a moment to adjust, then stepped silently around the trees until she could see the other.<\/p>\n<p>Armed and armoured, it was a soldier apparently lost from the battle. He\u2019d seen combat, but Summer didn\u2019t sense any great pain, only weariness and confusion. His garb, though bloodstained, was rich enough. \u201cAre you lost, sirrah?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Hal spun around bringing his sword to bear. He didn\u2019t hear the woman sneak up on him and his warrior\u00a0instincts kicked in the second he felt his life might be in danger. He couldn\u2019t make out her face but she didn\u2019t look armed. It took his brain a moment to realize that the voice from this new person was female and he lowered his weapon. \u201cI should be asking you the same.\u201d He said and took a few steps toward her. How did she get here and what did she want?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI cannot find the main road nor any more of my men. Those that fought by my side have perished and none brought a map.\u201d He explained and stopped just outside arm\u2019s length from this woman. The Prince wasn\u2019t injured, aside from a nasty gash on his cheek, but he was starving. If she had food or knew the way back to the road he might make it out of here alive. But there was no telling just how far into the forest they were and if escaping was even a possibility before one of them fell ill.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>\u201cI know this land as my own hands, sirrah. I can guide you to a place of safety to await the dawn.\u201d She offered a dip of the head. If he had led men in battle, at the least he was a knight, and thus deserved some respect. The moonlight through the trees offered little glimpse of his features, but his voice was young.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>So she did know a way out of this damned forest! There was some hope he could cling too. \u201cI am Prince Henry of Wales. What is your name milady?\u201d He asked, sheathing his sword and trying to appear more welcoming. Maybe she had food or knew where a village was\u2026 something\u2026 anything! But before he could start asking those questions, he had to show her some respect and learn her name.\u00a0<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p>Summer startled. The Prince! What was he doing out here in a small skirmish? Something in the back of her brain kicked her, and she dropped to her knees. &#8220;Please forgive me, highness, I did not know you in the shadows. My name is Summer, but I am no lady.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>henry-prince-of-wales: iamthefirechild: henry-prince-of-wales: iamthefirechild: henry-prince-of-wales: The King\u2019s forces had been at war, so-to-speak, with rebel forces for a good three months now. Those who hadn\u2019t been sent home or cycled out were battle weary and exhausted. It came as no surprise to them when someone would fall out of line while their group marched onward. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2012\/09\/22\/desperate-survival-open-rp-9\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Desperate Survival (Open RP)<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,4037,4182,1044],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33767"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33767"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33767\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33767"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33767"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33767"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}