Borderline

[legendaryextras]

The Exiles who agreed to depart the relative comfort of the King and Queen's holdings have endured a several days-long hard ride with a contingent of the royal guard. The journey has been punctuated by bad weather, the hardships of sleeping under the open skies, and the ever-present stink of horse, man, earth, and pack mule. The Royal Guard have

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[proteus_maximus]

".. I'd almost say this world resembles Gor, but the ladies' fashions seem to be pretty discreet. Lord of the Rings, a little.."

[touchandheal]

Marie saddles her horse with an expert hand, checking straps and buckles to make certain that they are cinched comfortably.

"Don't know where this Gor is, but I have to say that while it might be discreet, it certainly ain't comfortable."

Back at court she had been offered what she was told was 'proper clothing for a woman'.

"Little too uncomfortable for ridin', at least." After failing to contain her laughter, Marie had directed them to just clean what she had.

[legendaryextras]

The grizzled Captain is making his way amongst his men, supervising the breakdown. He's something of an imposing figure, a man who rarely smiles but even more rarely forgets his duty. "Christ's teeth, we don't have all damned day!"

[exiles_jpb]

The werewolf has been scouting the area since before sunup and is, if anything, more impatient than the captain to be moving. He dislikes the noise and the slug's pace so many men set. He's retreated to the silence and sharper senses of his wolf form for the moment, but keeps an ear open.