04-15-2016, 08:03 PM
(This thread takes place before the event RP)
It was the morning after the harrowing prison break in Santaruz. If it wasn’t official before, it was now: Paige was a fugitive. Any chance of returning to her old life in the library was gone. She was part of a movement to expose, possibly overthrow, Emperor Coran and return Lycia to its former glory. After the death of Friar Thomas last night, Paige was feeling the enormity of the task ahead of her.
On top of all that, she no longer had a horse.
Paige’s lack of horse riding experience resulted in being bucked off during her attempt to follow Yuri. By the time she picked herself up, Paige had lost the trail. Her outfit was smeared with dirt from her graceless landing. The saddle she was riding on was now hopelessly attached to her boot, along with the rest of her things. It was a very sad sight: the librarian shambling across the plains of Lycia, dragging the saddle with every step. She wasn’t even sure she was going in the right direction.
"How did Mankind manage to tame such a reckless beast? They're unruly and care nothing for their riders. I swear if I run into that animal again, I'm turning him to meat."
The only bright spot of Paige’s predicament was that she had managed to avoid soldiers, though given her current pace, her luck would run out at some point.
It was the morning after the harrowing prison break in Santaruz. If it wasn’t official before, it was now: Paige was a fugitive. Any chance of returning to her old life in the library was gone. She was part of a movement to expose, possibly overthrow, Emperor Coran and return Lycia to its former glory. After the death of Friar Thomas last night, Paige was feeling the enormity of the task ahead of her.
On top of all that, she no longer had a horse.
Paige’s lack of horse riding experience resulted in being bucked off during her attempt to follow Yuri. By the time she picked herself up, Paige had lost the trail. Her outfit was smeared with dirt from her graceless landing. The saddle she was riding on was now hopelessly attached to her boot, along with the rest of her things. It was a very sad sight: the librarian shambling across the plains of Lycia, dragging the saddle with every step. She wasn’t even sure she was going in the right direction.
"How did Mankind manage to tame such a reckless beast? They're unruly and care nothing for their riders. I swear if I run into that animal again, I'm turning him to meat."
The only bright spot of Paige’s predicament was that she had managed to avoid soldiers, though given her current pace, her luck would run out at some point.