08-19-2016, 11:30 PM
(Sorry guys, I'm the worst. 
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"I really do want to talk about this, but if we don't leave now, we might not ever get to. Can you walk?"
"Yes, I can ma-" Ellie began, when a weak cough drew her attention to the wounded soldier behind them.
“New plan. We’re getting you out of here.”
“No problem, lady…ah…”
“Stay there for now, in case this doesn’t work.”
"Right, no problem," Ellie replied as she watched Paige lead the soldier out of the room, and the door shut firmly behind them. "I'm sorry I lied..."
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The events that followed seemed to transpire over the course of mere moments and an eternity simultaneously. There was shouting, there was a clash - a tranquil song coaxed Ellie to slumber, but she withstood with what little will she had left; still, she felt more at ease, almost soothed and rejuvenated. By the time her mind had come back to her, she heard nothing. She looked left, then right - no one. She was on the floor now, it seemed, so she stood as she surveyed the room once more. Tucked into a corner were her scattered belongings, which she armed herself with in a feverish rush.
The instant she was ready, Ellie raced to the door and pried it ajar - silence. She peered out into the open tavern, greeted by a few slumped bodies; living or otherwise, she wasn't about to find out. She crept across the tavern floor to retrieve one of her fallen daggers, and made her way back up the stairs to check the rooms. It was entirely deserted, save for the soldier she had dispatched what now seemed like a lifetime ago. She pried the dagger from his rigid grip, her eyes meeting his. Devoid of life, just a tired display of his final, dread-filled moments. She shuddered at the thought, but she shook the feeling and made her way down and out into the street.
It seemed she had missed quite a show, a battle of epic proportions - and new friends, it appeared. She approached the ragged group of ruffians she called friends, and waited for her moment. Shad approached in an apparent daze and took a seat next to Paige.
"I think Ambrose is back."
Ellie turned to face this 'Ambrose' fellow, and chimed in herself. "Yeah, who's Ambrose?"
Smooth, Ellie. No "I'm back!". No "What happened here?". Nice one.
)"I really do want to talk about this, but if we don't leave now, we might not ever get to. Can you walk?"
"Yes, I can ma-" Ellie began, when a weak cough drew her attention to the wounded soldier behind them.
“New plan. We’re getting you out of here.”
“No problem, lady…ah…”
“Stay there for now, in case this doesn’t work.”
"Right, no problem," Ellie replied as she watched Paige lead the soldier out of the room, and the door shut firmly behind them. "I'm sorry I lied..."
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The events that followed seemed to transpire over the course of mere moments and an eternity simultaneously. There was shouting, there was a clash - a tranquil song coaxed Ellie to slumber, but she withstood with what little will she had left; still, she felt more at ease, almost soothed and rejuvenated. By the time her mind had come back to her, she heard nothing. She looked left, then right - no one. She was on the floor now, it seemed, so she stood as she surveyed the room once more. Tucked into a corner were her scattered belongings, which she armed herself with in a feverish rush.
The instant she was ready, Ellie raced to the door and pried it ajar - silence. She peered out into the open tavern, greeted by a few slumped bodies; living or otherwise, she wasn't about to find out. She crept across the tavern floor to retrieve one of her fallen daggers, and made her way back up the stairs to check the rooms. It was entirely deserted, save for the soldier she had dispatched what now seemed like a lifetime ago. She pried the dagger from his rigid grip, her eyes meeting his. Devoid of life, just a tired display of his final, dread-filled moments. She shuddered at the thought, but she shook the feeling and made her way down and out into the street.
It seemed she had missed quite a show, a battle of epic proportions - and new friends, it appeared. She approached the ragged group of ruffians she called friends, and waited for her moment. Shad approached in an apparent daze and took a seat next to Paige.
"I think Ambrose is back."
Ellie turned to face this 'Ambrose' fellow, and chimed in herself. "Yeah, who's Ambrose?"
Smooth, Ellie. No "I'm back!". No "What happened here?". Nice one.
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