Post #1543644 in Beginning of the End, a roleplay on RPG

Alastair stood in grim silence after he had asked them their names, but the Prince's attention had remained on the ground after a brief few moments when their eyes were locked. Some part of him had thought the Prince would recognize him, as the thing that nearly killed him, and feel some animal instinct to avoid him, to run away for dear life. He honestly couldn't have blamed the boy if he had reacted that way. But he remained quiet, unsure of everything that had gone wrong in his life. All he had was that other boy. Alastair looked back over to the smaller of the two, but then the Prince rose his head, and spoke in a hushed tone, "I'm Leomaris Verlona...and this is my brother Vincent," He seemed to have pulled himself from deep thought, which nearly brought a smile to Alastair's face. His father had frequently done that, but... He had to hope he would not become his father's son.

It was the name he had been given by the peasants who had taken him in, of course Alastair knew that, but... He also knew his true name. Leomaris, perhaps, suited the Prince better... Alastair nodded again, then muttered to himself, as if trying to memorize it, "Leomaris... and Vincent Verlona." It was strange that he was so numb to his true life. Alastair couldn't imagine what it would be like. But he seemed a proper young man, his introduction was formal, though, that was not enough for Alastair to even begin to know him like he would eventually. He had no idea how, or if, he could ever tell him who and what he really was.

Alastair was about to speak, and get the two of them in motion. They had to move, right then. And they had to move quickly, without leaving any trace, if they could. But then the smaller boy, Vincent, spoke up, "We need--" Vincent said something under his breath, but Alastair couldn't quite catch what it was. He looked over to him, an eyebrow uplifted, and his ear cocked slightly towards him. Vincent waited a moment, to gain back his bearings, to try again. "We need to get out of here,"

Alastair shifted on his feet, a smile growing on his lips despite the dark situation they were in. He had just said that same thing, hadn't he? Alastair dismissed it, seeing that it would benefit no one if he pointed out that he had already said such a thing, and besides, the boy was probably traumatized by this all. And it wasn't likely that he would just outright trust him, even after killing those soldiers. Alastair nodded, his hear shaking like a mane around his head, "Yes. Yes we do." Trackers would be on their trail in no time, and Alastair, as skilled... and lucky, as he was, could not fight off an entire battalion. "And quickly too. We should go further into the kingdom. I'm sure there will be some form of resistance set up against the invading King. It will slow him down effectively." Alastair had already studied maps of the entire region. The forests would be their best route. An army would not be able to move through them effectively at all, the King would have to ride around.

"Vincent, Leomaris, we will be heading through the forests, at least for now." He stepped forward again, rolling over a dead soldier, then dislodging his sheath and retrieving his sword from the ground. He repeated the process on another of them, then handed the swords to the boys without a word. Clearly, they would have no trianing in combat. He would have to provide that at some point. Alastair then turned and walked towards the two archers that had been standing at the back of the squad of troops, then picked up their bows and quivers. "Are either of you an able marksman?" It would not be so unusual if either of them had been hunting at some point. Shooting a deer was no different than shooting a man. As long as you hit the right area, it would die quickly and painlessly. He strapped on of the bows over his chest, the bowstring running across his abdomen and the wood across his back. He attached one quiver to his belt on his left side, then walked back to the boys, extending out the other bow and quiver to either of them.

"Gather whatever supplies you can. Food and a tinderbox. Blankets if there are any." He spoke in his direct fashion, cutting the crap. They had more pressing matters than mannerisms and etiquette. But as the thought ran through his mind, he realized he hadn't even introduced yet. He felt a moment of shame, his face reddening, but he was not sure if he should give them his name. "I am Alastair."

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located in The Kingdoms, a part of Beginning of the End, one of the many universes on RPG.

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