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Crow would look at Jimmy sadly, as she was in control of their body at the moment. After a long time of just staring at him she sighed and the black mist surrounded her, revealing Raven as she couldn't help but pull Jimmy closely to her for a hug. This boy had reminded her so much of herself when she was his age, and all the things that she had done. She regretted even bringing up the word monster. For she wasn't calling him a monster, but simply pointing out the views Martha already had of them. She wold stroke his head lovingly, the same way that her ladyship had done to Jimmy. Her ladyship would do this to Raven when she felt sad, and she was doing it to Jimmy now. She was exhausted and her emotions were running on high, and she wanted to resolve this so she could sleep. But it needed to be resolved.

"Jimmy....I wasn't calling you a monster....Your mother thought of us as nothing more than rats long before we even made her acquaintance. You remind me so much of myself when I was your age, and as hard as it may seem, I went through the same thing your going through right now. And I'll be damned if I let you become an orphan. So like it or not, your stuck with me."

She says, letting go of him before turning to look off at the distant sky, her eyes growing heavier still as she tried staying awake for Jimmy's sake.

"As for your father, he isn't going to abandon you. Matthew is to good of a man, and he values family. All of us do. We were all orphans growing up, and taken in by my mother. He loves you Jimmy, and he won't just abandon you....I can promise you that....though you need to learn how to control your magical energy....If you don't, it just builds up inside you and bad things can happen....if you don't learn how to control it, it will end up being released in its own time and own way, and there may be nothing you can do about it...it can hurt the ones you love if you let it get to that point....So it's a good thing that my mother was teaching you. She probably saw a bit of myself in you..."

She says, tearing up again before wiping her eyes and looking at Jimmy.

"Your magic is strong, but you need to learn how to hone it....I can help you with that....I'm not leaving here without you, so we can go when your ready. But I am taking you back to your father so he can show you that this doesn't change how much he loves you and cares for you....So when your ready, I'm taking you back."

Will's blood boiled a bit at the small conversation Matthew and Robin, mainly at the titles of slave and master. Will hated the idea of enslaving people for gains, but with Robin, Will saw his cause as just, that's if he was actually telling the truth about why he became a slaver. But Will didn't have the strength to do anything if he wanted to, plus dressed in the clothes Robin provided, although comfortable, they were a bit weird feeling on him because it wasn't a special occasion. Will was about to lay back when Robin looked to Will to answer his question about Pentre. "I'm done with him and most likely Raven as Well, then you can have full control over him, until someone comes for him, if they do." Will told him before laying back on the cart, looking up at the sky.

"Lwyncelyne," Audemar looked to her, "she was beautiful, my mother. Her apparence was attractive and she was no longer covered in boils or blisters, her skin was flawless and her eyes shone like when I was young." He gave a small smile, "I sought no one's forgiveness but hers."

Will didn't expect, nor hear, Jimmy get put in the cart. Will smiled at Jimmy and let him hold his hand until Matthew tucked his hand under him. Will took off the coat he was given and wrapped Jimmy up in it. Will looked around as his eyes changed more, this time giving him a small bit of pain. He felt something knawing at him from the inside, something trying to get out almost. He looked around for Merry, her being someone he knew could keep something away from the rest of the group and could help him.

When Will Heard what Robin said, he sighed and rolled his eyes. "You know Robin, just because I'm still a bit weak, you don't have to watch over me like a hawk or a strict mother.

Organna would get her Pemdas back on and get her boots situated again, situating her axe on her back befofe moving to join the others as the group started to move at last, crossing her arms and sending a half glare to Robin, stepping closer to his horse to address him more privately, "You know... That whole incident with Martha just reminded me how much I hate humans... I'm sure the feeling is mutual considering the history of relations between humans and orcs... But you should lay off Will for a while. He's tougher than you give him credit for. Any true warrior goes into battle and sustains some kind of injury. Even I myself had wounds by the end of the encounter. Will got the worst of it, but I'm sure his power will only grow from falling so far down. Just wait, by nightfall he'll be back on his feet and after a decent meal he'll be tough as steel once again." she says in a calm tone, never making eye contact with Robin, nor did her gaze faulter from the stern look she currently carried.

Merry would notice Will looking to her and scooted closer to him on the cart, "Signaling for me, Will? How are you feeling?" she asks quietly and curiously. She could tell that Will had something on his mind, but wasn't sure exactly what.

Will looked at Merry as his eyes cycled colors again. "I have this head ache thats bothering me, but thats usual. But I feel like there, something, knawing at me from the inside." Will quietly told Merry.

((so, when are we timeskipping?? Also, I decided to just make character profile's for William (Who in this rp is mason) and Crow, so that when one of them is dominating, it won't be so confusing!))

Raven would watch Jimmy sadly as he took her hands and started chanting, and by the end of it she would feel more awake than she was before. She was able to focus more, thought this wouldn't change the fact that she needed sleep. Despite all this, she was more interested in what he was saying about how he was being taught by a wizard called Emris. Though she would snap out of her thoughts as he grabbed her by the right hand and walked her back towards the group, watching as he crawled in the cart. She would turn to Matthew and sigh heavily, pulling him into another hug.

"I tried....he's strong, thats for sure...but you need to show him now more than ever that you still love him and that this changes nothing....ok....though right now...I can't...stay awake....much longer....."

She says, slowly drifting off even in his embrace. She would jolt up awake, deciding that it was finally ok for her to rest. She would crawl into the same cart that Jimmy, Will, Lilim, Merry and Elesa were all in, and scoot closer to Lilim. With all of them inside, it would be a bit of a tight fit, but she would manage to squeeze herself into a spot next to Lilim, before lying down and closing her eyes. Crow, Mason, and Raven would all still be talking, though it wouldn't be as heated as before. Her body was resting, and her mind would slowly be resting, but if she could manage to drift off to sleep, then she would be ok. But until that happened, she would snuggle closely to Lilim and drift off, relaxing completely as she dozed off.

Elesa was so sleepy by the time they arrived that the instant the cart stopped moving, Elesa tried to pass out, only to flinch and shiver herself awake again, weakened from lack of sleep and rather welcoming the safety and privacy of Haldor's cot, curling herself up and trying again to sleep, but the sharp barks of the slavers saw her again shaking like a leaf and crying her eyes out by the time Haldor returned. She'd be whimpering like a caged puppy, but at least not screaming as she was previously. She felt much more relaxed when Haldor returned with Lilim and traded the two out to let Lilim finish her sleep and hold Elesa close. The child would clench her fingers around his shirt as he rocked her, at long last drifting off to a quiet sleep, her only remaining noises being little gasping breaths and quiet cooing, making for a rather cute snore if anyone heard her.

Lilim would awaken as the light of the sky turned to orange, softly stretching and moaning as she came to, "Mmm... Mother's song will be starting soon... Not sure where we are, but... Haldor? How many amung this area like Opera? Do you know, Hun?" she asks quietly, seeing Elesa in his arms and smiling to him. The plus points he'd accumulated throughout the day would be cashed in right then, and he'd see that Lilim was quite a bit more fond of him as she sees Elesa so comfortable in his arms.

Lilim would approach Haldor and kiss him right on the lips briefly, "You and me have a date after my moms concert, by the way." she whispers seductively to him, pulling back a little and moving to help him lay Elesa down on the bed, slowly and gently enough that she'd not awaken from the movement. Lilim would move her tail to absorb energy from the voices outside and slowly gathered enough to erect a sound nulling barrier bubble just inside the tent to make it all but totally silent inside the tent, where the only sounds aside from Haldor and Lilim's whispers, was Elesa's gasping breaths and gentle cooing. A bit of an extra mile step to ensure Elesa got some much needed rest.

(So hey guys! I decided to just make character profiles for Crow and Mason/William. While in other RP'S his name is william, for this one it will remain mason, so please don't get it confused! This way, i can just put down the person with the most dialogue or actions so it's easier to discern! I hope this helps! )

Raven would feel herself be lifted out of the cart and placed into a tent with everyone else. She would sigh heavily, as sleep seemed to not be an option for her now, as the daylight turned into a bright orange, signaling sundown. She would shake her head and sit up, attempting to rub the sleep out of her eyes to no avail. Though she would become worried about Lilim, wanting to make sure she was ok. Though something in her told her that Lilim wasn't interested in her at the moment, and this feeling would make her stomach churn. Though she would pause as she heard a familiar voice. She turned to face Pentre, and she would scowl as the black smoke surrounded her, and this time Mason would appear before him. He would stare at him intently, before standing up, as he was tall enough to loom over Pentre like a giant. Pentre should be shocked if he hadn't already known that Mason was back, and Mason would be glaring at Pentre with a look he's seen before.

"It will take more than a fire wielding assassin to take the three of us down....now leave us alone, before I let the women have their way with you...and trust me.....by the time their done, you'll be begging for death..."

He says before walking to the other side of the tent and sitting down, folding his arms as he remained in control of their body. If Pentre had come there looking for a fight, he would get one from Mason. Mason had such a strong hatred for this man that he wasn't going to allow the other two to deal with him, not while they were exhausted. So he would remain there until Pentre left, never once taking his eyes off of him and remaining in a defense position, in case he truly tried something.

William would grow increasingly more angry as he spoke, remembering all the times that he had died. First on the battlefield, where he was mauled to death by wolves that Pentre had sent after them. Then there was the raid on Merulan, that Pentre had ordered, where he was struck down by a hail of arrows. Then there was the third time, where he was burned alive whilst trapped inside his own home. Though that would be the only different death, for at that time he was all to eager to die, so that one day he would be reunited with his beloved wife.

"You have killed me three times....if that hasn't told you that you can't get rid of me, then you need to open your eyes....though now the only difference is I'm finally reunited with my wife, and now that were together, I won't go down without a fight..."

Crow's blood would be boiling to, to hear how her husband died the third time. Though for Mason's sake, she would remain silent. Meanwhile Mason would still be staring daggers at Pentre, thinking long and hard before letting out a sigh. He didn't want to ask Pentre for help, but.....

"Normally I would deny your offer altogether, but It's not just me I have to think about anymore....I have to think about Raven's and Crow's needs as well....so if you could, bring us food, water, and a couple of blankets....That is all that I require from you..."

He would be surprised to learn that the king was also here, but knowing the king, he would probably be surprised at first, only to send out a warrant for his 4th death, even after Mason had served him so loyally for all those years. Maybe he was wrong, but he didn't need to find out. Not right now. He would wait for Pentre to leave, arms folded as he stared at him with Hawks eyes.

"After three deaths, I figure this is the least you could do....save Raven the trouble..."

He mutters as he watches Pentre leave. He would sigh in relief as he relaxed a bit, his stomach growling. Raven would be watching everything, as well as Crow, and when Pentre had left them alone for good, the three of them would have to have another major talk, about Pentre and about Mason's third death. Though once Pentre walked back inside, he would stand up and walk over to him, taking the tray from Pentre carefully and setting it on the ground.

"This....actually smells good..."

"I know! I just hope the three of us can each get to our bowls while it's still warm..."

Crow and Raven say, just before Pentre walks back inside and hands them the blankets. Mason would take them and set them down on the ground, using the blankets to make a bed later. He would shake his head at Pentre, waving his hand in dismissal.

"That's all I need from you..."

He says, digging into his bowl of stew and bread. It had been all day since the three of them had eaten, and they were sure hungry. Besides, it had been centuries since Mason had actually had a meal, and the sensation of something so delicious was something to be celebrated as he ate it almost greedily.