Medieval Roleplay I Don't Have a Title For

"Someone who's suffering the curse. A plague brought upon us by a witch who must be stopped."

"Alas, my magic cannot undo her own. And because you seem fit enough to take on the task. You had the kintama to steal from the palace, didn't you?"

She stirred a little, obviously in a bit of pain. The plague was quickly threatening to take over, even with the protective barrier.

(The barrier can't be weakened that much since the two magics don't cancel each other.)

(noted)

Cahir sat on the edge of his bed in the barracks. His patrol had just ended, but he was obviously troubled. A full plate of mutton, taters, and carrots smothered in gravy. Hands calloused from fist fights and from weapon play held the bowl.
Cahir was handsome by modern standards, but not traditional midievil standards. Irish heritage showed in his dark red hair, and dark red beard. Skin was reddened from the Sun and cooking in heavy armor, also bearing freckles on his arms and shoulders. Height of six feet four coupled with thick but toned muscles. Dark green eyes stared at his food. Clothed in simple brown breeches, brown under-boots, and a a tunic bearing the king's symbol and colors.
Cahir was known as Cay by the guards, though not given too much respect as he was an immigrant, Irish, and the best guard as far as intellect and swordplay aside from officers. Though the ginger and snide remarks were nothing compared to how helpless he was with this plague.
Armor was field plate on a mannequin with the king's crest on the breast, a kite shield with the crest, a broadsword instead of a longsword with his name in runes on the sheath, and lastly a halberd leaning on a wall.
Cahir started as he heard a roar from within the castle. Shoveling taters, carrots, and then placing the mutton in his mouth to chew as he started to don his armor. Taking QUITE a while, but after securing his helm, swordbelt and shield on his arm he walked forward. Halberd at the ready as he opened the barrack door towards the palace. Making his way to the disturbance, entering the cold, and silent corridors. Cahir stood at a hallway wondering where the disturbance went.