RP channel logs: Solo: Frelda

[RP]: (Frelda): The boat rocked slightly as the sailors tied it to the docks. Frelda disembarked and made her way quickly to the barracks.
[RP]: Frelda shook the water off of her cloak as she walked into the hall. She looked around for some familiar faces. It had been a few weeks.
[RP]: (Frelda): It was late at night, many were either already asleep or in deep into their ales. She was tired and needed to sleep, so she hurried to her room.
[RP]: Frelda quicky removed her cloak and sodden garments. She found a warm fur blanket in her footlocker and wrapped in that. Throwing herself on her bed, she stretched her sore travel weary muscles.
[RP]: Frelda says 'I love going home to Trellheim, but it's always so nice to be back here.'
[RP]: Frelda closed her eyes. Her thoughts wandered, she tried to remember all that Lady Merel had told her. But her thoughts kept straying.
[RP]: Frelda lay there, thinking. Merel cared for her she knew it. But Merel's words and advice seemed so opposite from what her heart wanted.
[RP]: Frelda gets up.... she can't sleep, and has too much to think about. Finding some dry clothes, she gets dressed and walks down to the ale room.






This RP continues from here, with Frelda and Naraj.
[RP]: (Frelda): Standing there she watched him walk away, a look of concern on his face. Her mind raced...this was not happening.
[RP]: Frelda looked at the dagger in her hand. It was beautiful. And he'd had it made just for her....
[RP]: Frelda gasps 'Just for me? That means he's been interested in me for some time.'
[RP]: Frelda walked slowly through the halls, her thoughts varied. She walked back to her room, her eyes studying the details of the carings on the hilt.
[RP]: Frelda lights a candle on the table next to her bed. In the light she can see the detail and care in which this dagger was made.
[RP]: Frelda says 'I cannot believe he had this made for me. It's an amazing weapon. The detail is just mindboggling.'
[RP]: Frelda smiles as the blade reflects the candlelight.
[RP]: Frelda says 'This will bring pain to many an Angarak.... I hope.'
[RP]: Frelda resheathes the dagger. Even the toolwork on the leather sheath is amazing.
[RP]: Frelda says 'this is truely an amazing weapon..'
[RP]: Frelda sits on the edge of her bed thinking of what had just happened...
[RP]: Frelda says 'I cannot believe he kissed me...'
[RP]: Frelda puts the dagger underneath the pillow.
[RP]: Frelda begins to get ready for bed humming a soft tune as she unbraids her hair.
[RP]: (Frelda): Looking in the mirror, she examines herself critically.
[RP]: Frelda thinks 'Why me? I'm nothing special, and he could have his choice of any woman out there.'
[RP]: Frelda shrugs helplessly.
[RP]: Frelda says 'Im not going to complain. I mean this is what I wanted isnt it?'
[RP]: Frelda says 'Essentially, to find someone, to become a warrior. Well, I'm doing just that!'
[RP]: Frelda brushes her hair as she remains lost in her thoughts.
[RP]: Frelda says 'I hope this isn't going to make things awkward...'
[RP]: Frelda places her brush back on her nightstand. "Maybe I'm making a big deal of this, he can't have any honorable intentions towards me. I'm just not good enough. He's this buff warrior and I'm just a mediocre recruit"
[RP]: (Frelda): Standing at her nightstand Frelda resolves that this was just nothing, maybe he was just trying to woo her, to bed her.
[RP]: Frelda turns around and sees the dagger's hilt poking out from underneath her pillow. But certainly that dagger was too expensive a gift to give for an off chance at sex...maybe.
[RP]: Frelda wakes up and automatically reaches for the dagger beneath her pillow.
[RP]: Frelda says 'It wasn't a dream...'
[RP]: Frelda boggles at the concept.
[RP]: Frelda raises her hand to her lips. He had kissed her.
[RP]: Frelda says 'This is not rreal.. I mean...He cnat care for me. Or can he?'
[RP]: Frelda jumps in surprise as the morning bells ring, indicicationg the mess hall is open for breakfast.
[RP]: Frelda says 'I better get ready, I'll think about this all later'
[RP]: (Frelda): Later that morning a group of recruits stand in the practice yard. The Swordsmaster lecturing about a certain parrying technique.
[RP]: Frelda sees out the edge of her eye, the Guardian lords, watching the lesson. With a flush in her cheeks she looks back at the Swordsmaster
[RP]: Frelda noticed his eyes were upon her, she kept stealing looks his direction. So it wasn't a dream.
[RP]: (Frelda): The Swordsmaster finished his demonstration and paired the trainees for some practice. Frelda swung the wodden practice sword a few times to gauge its balance. Then she stood facing her opponent.
[RP]: Frelda, upon getting the permission to start from the weapons master began to 'fight' her opponent. He was twice her size and pure muscle, but she was faster and more nimble.
[RP]: Frelda narrows her eyes, she can let herself be beaten in front of Naraj..that would be too humiliating
[RP]: (Frelda): Her opponent swung his practice sword in a heavy arc towards her. If he connected she knew it'll hurt like hell. So, with a quick step she used the new parrying technique and sent him off balance.
[RP]: Frelda had instincts so ingrained in her that she quickly saw an opportunity, and drew her dagger. Realizing at the last minute she was about to kill this man she angled her thrust.
[RP]: (Frelda): A loud howl came from his lips as her dagger connected with the thick muscle on his backside. She had originally been aiming for the kidneys.. and death.
[RP]: Frelda says 'I am soo sorry, I didn't mean it really!'
[RP]: Frelda stands there horrified as her fellow recruit lays on the ground clutching the wound. "She stabbed me in the ass!" he screamed. The other recruits chuckled.
[RP]: Frelda says 'really, I'm sorry it just happened... I didn't mean to.'
[RP]: Frelda wipes the blood off of her new dagger. She looks up to see the group of Lords chuckling at the scene. Naraj looks at her a wry smile on his lips.
[RP]: Frelda blushes.
[RP]: (Frelda): Healers take the injured man to the infirmary. Frelda stands there, her eyes downcast, waiting for a reprimand.
[RP]: (Frelda): "Now recruits, you could learn an important lesson from this incident.
[RP]: (Frelda): the swordsmaster looked aound, "Now recruits, you could learn an important lesson from this incident. First, size does not matter, it's all opportunity. Second, you should have the instincts to take those opportunities at all times. And third, if you let her, Frelda will stab you in the ass"
[RP]: (Frelda): The recruits chuckled, the tension easing. They were dismissed for the afternoon meal. As Frelda walked towards the mess hall the Swordsmaster stopped her.
[RP]: (Frelda): "Dont worry about him, he'll heal. And you did well, that was a pretty smooth maneuver." Frelda nodded, a smile on her lips. "And your dagger, very nice. Few people have such a deadly weapon."
[RP]: Frelda blushes.
[RP]: Frelda says 'thank you, it was a gift.'
[RP]: (Frelda): The Swordsmaster smiled. "That person must care about you a lot to give you something so nice" Suddenly a voice piped in unnoticed. "They do care, very much"
[RP]: Frelda turned around to see ..Naraj.






[RP]: Frelda stands on her balcony. There is battle going on. She just knew it somehow.
[RP]: (Frelda): Looking to the horizon she knows out there the Hoardes are attempting to overthrow the West.
[RP]: Frelda walks back inside, closing the door slowly. SHe had to wait here. She was not yet ready to go fight.
[RP]: Frelda knows her day will come. She and her fellow trainees watch the more seasoned soliders go off in search of victory.
[RP]: Frelda sighs sadly. She had met battle earlier that day. Alas her opponent bored of the battle and fled, like a scurrying rodent.
[RP]: Frelda looks at her dagger. It saw blood, and it's shine was marred. She grabbed a soft cloth and began to buff the stain.
[RP]: Frelda says 'nearr With a satisfied smile she admired the dagger. It was truly a beautiful weapon. She got out her whetstone. Dabbling water on the tone she sharpened her dagger.'
[RP]: (Frelda): With a satisfied smile she admired the dagger. It was truly a beautiful weapon. She got out her whetstone. Dabbling water on the tone she sharpened her dagger.
[RP]: (Frelda): It was a time to reflect, as she sharpened her daggers. She was going to search out that Mercenary.
[RP]: (Frelda): After a while she heard a cheer as the warriors returned.
[RP]: (Frelda): Teldran, Krawaton, and Naraj returned to the hall. It was a glorious day for the west as they walked in victorious.
[RP]: Frelda watched the satisfied faces of her fellow soliders. A smile crossed her face. Yes it definately was a good day for the West.

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