Private Tales When Two Becomes Three

[Myrcella Bochanan]

Another portal stone. Another destination. Yet this time it could perhaps yield some promising results.

Myrcella held tightly to Richard Henry the Eighth as they were moved through it, arriving in Allir Reach, though at the moment the two didn't know it yet. She opened her eyes once it felt as though everything stopped spinning, dismayed at the fact that again she didn't recognize where they were, meaning that they weren't home. "Well this is...disappointing.
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It was rather lucky that they hadn't dropped into danger yet. Most of the time they came across no one at all. Well, except for monsters. It was sure to be quite the sight for the two of them arriving out of nowhere, a knight carrying a maiden with a torn and tattered gown, her right ankle swollen and bruised. The two looked worse for wear and fully out of place. But that was how most looked partway through a long journey, didn't they?

Alexander Verallas

 

[Alexander Verallas]

Saddled astride Quillon, Alexander rode aside Sir Roderech whom was a Knight of House Lorerince and the young Squire's mentor for the journey they had undergone. Presently the pair of them were returning for Alliria with a young woman seated upon the back of Sir Roderech's Horse, an injured tradeswoman whom was due for the Capital yet had befallen an unfortunate accident off the side of the path. Her carriage was a derelict, yet she luckily survived thanks to their timely arrival.

Alexander Verallas wasn't the Knights formal Squire, rather he had yet to be honored with a full-time apprenticeship. Instead his duties had been passed around like some unwanted burden, he of no noble blood yet still somehow managing the honor of the chance to become a Knight one day, himself. He had been but a vagabond when he had first met the Lord of the House, Amatrice Lorerince within the capital. The Goddess had smiled upon him that day, and every day since despite the hard treatment he received for being considered unworthy of his lot in life...

"Sir Roderech..." Alexander spoke up as something most unusual caught his eye, two strange folk appearing out of thin air off to the east, "I believe I may be seeing things..." he remarked in dismay.

"Nonsense boy, they're but travelers none the same" Sir Roderech balked, soon turning his dappled grey steed in the direction of Myrcella Bochanan and her partner, Richard Henry the Eighth.

"Hail good-folk, what brings you this way?".