|
|
Post by marmacet on Jan 30, 2011 3:34:12 GMT -5
Gweneveire the Potter's Daughter had taken off her hat and let her hair fall down. Ever since she had started her search for the Band of Merry Men, Gwen had had her hair tucked up in her hair, twisted into a bun with a rather dirty piece of ribbon she had found in a mud puddle in an alley. But now, as a warm breeze blew through the forest, she decided to let it fall down and show to the trees that Gweneveire was, indeed, a girl.
At the moment she was hunting, her hat shoved into her pants pocket, the tip of it poking out slightly from the tear in the pocket. Gwen's bow in her hand, she scanned the area, every footstep silent. The girl kept her ears perked, listening for any noises caused by animals.
That was when she heard it. A very light step taken, barely heard. Gweneveire whirled around and notched it swiftly, drawing the string back as she aimed at the doe. The arrow launched into the air, and a small grunt was uttered before the sound of something large falling into a bush. A good dinner for a good hunter, Gwen thought with an air of pride. And why shouldn't she be proud? Not many women knew how to use the bow and arrow, nonetheless hunt animals.
Gweneveire hurried over to doe's carcass and knelt down, pulling out a skinning knife. It was the only short-ranged weapon she had, not that she would be fight with it much. For some reason, the only time the knife didn't feel awkward in her hand was when she was skinning something, and if she did use it in the fight her strikes would be obvious and poor. Something Gwen needed to work on.
|
|
|
|
Post by Robin Of The Woods on Jan 30, 2011 22:58:47 GMT -5
Bloody Hell, another woman in pants. When he'd left for the Holy Lands; women had been soft plaintive and sweet little creatures; and now they seemed to be all sharp tonged and wanting to be men. This is what happened when all the real men went to war thousand of miles away; the country went to hell. Robert stood where he was, unseen and silently watching her hunt. He could tell she was used to being on the wrong side of the sheriff's care. Her clothing was well used and looked as if it had hard use. It meant was not a noble; and the sheriff could care less about her.
If she were caught out here she could be outlawed or worse, loose her hand or life. He waited until she had shot her deer before moving closer. Just as she was about to skin it, Robert decided to speak up. "Allot of meat for one little girl." He was still half hidden thanks to a large tree trunk, and as he spoke he moved slowly into view.
Robert was known as Robin now. Robert was an Earl of the realm, and a knight under the king. When the sheriff outlawed him, and he went on the run; he'd been called Robin. It sounded lower class and less noble. He wasn't sure he liked the name but it helped keep his actions from coming back to haunt his family.
|
|
|
|
Post by marmacet on Jan 30, 2011 23:36:57 GMT -5
"Allot of meat for one little girl."
Gweneveire flinched as a voice broke the woodland silence, and slowly a man appeared. Frowning, Gwen reached over her shoulder and pulled out an arrow, notching it. "State yer name," she grunted, her accent obviously lower-class.
Was he here to drag her away and lock her up? Or was he one of the out-laws? Gwen didn't think he looked like an official. Wouldn't he immediately attempt to bring her in instead of just comment on the large amount of meat from the killed doe? Maybe he was just a cocky person. So, it was best to check.
Before he could speak, she quickly added, "Make a move and I will shoot ye!" she spat.
|
|
|
|
Post by Robin Of The Woods on Jan 31, 2011 0:05:44 GMT -5
Robert was growing damn tired of women threatening to shot him. Granted; there had only been two of them so far but he liked his women warm and soft and not threatening to shoot him! He took a step back slightly, so he had the cover of the tree to block most of her shot. She would have to very good to get one off with him hiding mostly behind it; and he doubted a little girl could be that good. Granted she'd just made the kill; but could she kill a man?
Most men froze and could not bring himself to do it. Would she? Robert was betting not; but he knew if he was wrong it would be life that he was toying with. Ducking all the way behind the tree, he quickly pulled his own arrow out and then stepped out behind the other side of the tree to fire quickly. His arrow was aimed to graze her arm, but not injure her. He just wanted her to drop the bow. After he fired his shot, he pulled another arrow out and took aim. "Look here little lass; while I could care less about one little deer you aim that bow at me again and I will shoot you."
|
|
|
|
Post by marmacet on Feb 1, 2011 0:25:03 GMT -5
Gweneveire didn't move as he ducked partly behind a tree, then was completely concealed by the tree. Hrmm... Gwen thought with a frown. That won't do any good at t'all...
Suddenly, an arrow scratched his arm, and even though she didn't drop her bow, Gwen did look over her shoulder to see it dig into a tree behind her. Then, the man appeared again, a bow of his own out. "Look here little lass; while I could care less about one little deer you aim that bow at me again and I will shoot you."
She hesitated, before putting her bow and arrow into the quiver. "I still 'aven't gotten yer name," she hissed, still ready for an attack.
|
|
|
|
Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 1, 2011 12:53:54 GMT -5
Robert lowered his bow, only when she did as well. He held his arrow in one hand and his bow in the other but did not put either of them away; for he did not quite trust her to not attempt to draw again. He might not be the fastest; but he was quick; He just was not about to give her the chance to be quicker.
"I am called Robin of the wood; and your name . . . " Robert's outlaw name was Robin; it helped keep his misdeeds from harming his family's name. That and the men claimed it sounded less noble; and more like he was one of them.
|
|
|
|
Post by marmacet on Feb 1, 2011 21:19:33 GMT -5
Gwen was too shocked to speak at first, before she finally stuttered. "'Robin of the woods...' Thou means Robin Hood?" Her voice grew shrill out of both excitement or embarrassment.
"M-my name be Gweneveire. Gwen to me mates. I mean, my acquaintances," she said, wishing she had been given a better education. "I was having hopes to join thee and thy band of Merry Men." A little straight-forward, perhaps, but it was better then just dancing around the issue when it was right in front of you.
She hesitated, before adding, "I am good with a bow, sire, and my brother taught me how to hunt as well. But, uh...I suppose ye 'ave already seen this." She said, as she struggled not to slouch.
(ooc: Blarg! Trying to use Ye Oldie English properly is hard. Dx )
|
|
|
|
Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 2, 2011 15:16:56 GMT -5
Bloody Hell she wanted to join him! That was about the last words he expected a little girl to tell him. He was trying to wage a war with the sheriff and children wanted to play; and not just children but little girls. "How old are you little girl?" He asked not quite ready to tell her no and hurt that bit of hope he saw in her face. He could not let her join him for she was a girl, and a child at that. He was on the other side of three decades and she could not even be more then ten and seven.
He could see she was alright with a bow, and if she could do that shot every time then hell; he'd admit she was good. He was not petty about things; but even if she could shoot better then half the men she was still a girl. He worked if over four scores of men and they got lonely sometimes; he could not protect her from them if they got an urge. So even if she was good; it wasn't safe for her.
[No worries, I don't even try too hard. Your doing good with the old English part.]
{I say in another post or two we can have the sheriff's men show up.}
|
|
|
|
Post by marmacet on Feb 2, 2011 17:28:30 GMT -5
Gwen was getting slightly irritated with being called a "little girl." She put her hands on her hips and huffed, "Thou be nineteen, and 'tis a wonder why thou ain't married yet!"
She hesitated, and rubbed her hands into her pants. "And thou be no fanatic bout the Sheriff, neither. Or Prince John, for that matter. Thou is willin' to kill their men, and thou is ready to die by their hands."
If that did not win him over, then Gwen didn't know what would, both surprised and proud of herself that she managed to bring on such a brave speech.
(ooc: Aye-aye.)
|
|
|
|
Post by Robin Of The Woods on Feb 9, 2011 22:53:21 GMT -5
"Little girl," He began his little speech with a slightly annoyed but very calm tone. He wanted her to fully understand his meaning. "As charming as it is, that you are willing to to risk your immortal soul and strike men dead; my men, are men. You are not a man." And just in case she misunderstood what he was trying to say he grew a bit coarse in his speech, hoping to shock her. "They might think your a camp follower at the best of times; or just take what they want from you at the worse of times."
He did not exactly work with the sot noble and honorable men. There were a few, like John, Will, Tuck, Much; that were honorable and would do what was right when push came to shove, but the rest of his men were bitter woodsmen who he could only barley control. He could not protect her from them all the time.
|
|
