A young woman is engaged. Her finace had been traveling for the king when he was captured by Bandits. The woman was then told he had been killed. A few years later, the time this rp takes place. The woman is on her way to meet the king, he wants to see her. And the king is greedy. She gets taken by the bandits and her fince is now there leader.

Its like princess bride meets robin hood.

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Marian looked at the couch, it would be taking her to see the king. She sighed. Why did he want to see her. She wanted to be alone. Ever since that day when he left, she could bring her self to care for any on again. Sighing again she got into the coach and felt it take off, soo she would be in the very woods she had lost him in.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(( Could you do a bit more to intro this? I don't even have a clue where your character is or what's going on. Gotta give the others something to work off of if you want people to join. ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((I did now.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(( Gotta think of a post... grr..... Writer's block. ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((Oh dear. I hate when that happens.))

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Maxelle Greenwood was quiet.

The trees swayed in the faint wind that roused them, the golden leaves of autumn brushing against his equally golden, sun-tanned skin. He watched the world below him with eyes like a hawk, crouched on the balls of his feet like a predator on the tree branch that overlooked the winding dirt path. Barely any movement came from him, except for the occasional flick as his tongue passed over his dry lips.

It would've been sheer mockery, though, to say the same for his crew mates below. If it'd hadn't been for their racket, you never would've seen them; their tunics were woven from shades of grey and brown and mossy green, perfect for camouflaging in the underbrush. They crouched amidst the foliage, chatting animatedly with each other. One of the younger members shoved one of his mates roughly, making the leaves crunch.

"Eh!" Max scowled down at them, rubbing the thin white scar that ran down his temple, marring his otherwise handsome face. "Hush! Someone's coming... I can feel it."

The others quickly quieted down, turning their attention to the path. Maxelle Greenwood was never wrong about these things.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian sighed, she looked at the ring that she wore on a sting around her neck, it wasn't fancy, but it was worh everything. "Max." she said the nickname with sadness.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

(( I can't do anything at the moment until you pass my char or something... ))

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

((Ok.))

Marian looked out as she entered the woods, she coult hear the branches slap againest the coach. "Please pass through safely." she said.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Maxelle's grey-green eyes narrowed to slits and he grinned, notching an arrow to his bow. This was a rich being, surely, to be traveling in such a carriage. Skilled hands strung back the arrow and let it fly, landing purposefully in front of the horse, startling it. The beast halted, whinnying fearfully, and the bandits made their move, suddenly coming out of hiding.

Max took it upon himself to subdue the driver, grabbing him around the ribs, a knife to the man's throat. Two of the other men flung open the doors of the coach forcefully.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian screamed as the bandits oened the doors. "No, let me go, please." she screamed and jummped out and attempted to run away.

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

One of the thieves, a burly bull of a man named Jonah, who was obviously the 'muscle' out of the group, grabbed her firmly by the waist. His iron grip held her tight. "Eh, Max! Look't this little birdie I caught, haha!"

Max looked up, his face obscured by the shadows cast over his face by his cloak's deep hood. His grin showed as a white flash as he slit the driver's throat.
"Good catch, I'd say."

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian didn't hear the name of the leader. She screamed and tried to get loose. "You, you killed him, your going to kill me too like you did Maxelle!"

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

Max froze, dropping the bloody body to the ground. "How do you know that name?" He demanded quietly.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~

Marian didn't look up, she was crying now. "You killed him, you killed my Maxelle."

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Where do you go when your running away,
The cost of stopping is too great to pay.
~Amanda (saw this written in a washroom stall at a movie theater)

The man who was holding her captive gave the leader a bluntly puzzled look. "She's gone mad. What's she talking about, Max?"
Maxelle strode forward, his hands moving up to push back the hood of his cloak. He gave her a hard stare, their eyes locking.

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~*~ I am the Patron Saint of Lost Causes. ~*~