Zaath
Myrmidon
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices will inevitably make us."
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Post by Zaath on Nov 18, 2009 20:26:11 GMT -6
After boiling the snow into water he placed several leaves into the pot, and sure enough it rapidly began to transform into a sweet smelling brass colored liquid. After the tea was ready for consumption, Zaath put a cover on his pot and brought it inside and placed the chunk of brown sugar he purchased some months ago on top (The sugar was one of his most valued possessions and he was sad yet happy to finally use the rest).
He was quite thankful for the spout shaped outcropping on the side of the pot, allowing it to be poured with ease into the few cups he had. Zaath walked to the table where the Shaman sat and said in a pleasant voice (Which really took some focus with his exhaustion) “Excuse me, may I set my pot here, I was going to see if anyone else wants a glass of the tea I’ve prepared. If you like you may have a cup full, if the mood takes you.” Zaath set the pot down close to the center of the table and brandished four tin cups with small handles and fair craftsmanship, then set them down next to the small pot, minding the last cup in his pack. Zaath was used to traveling with people, and used to calamity besetting them, so having several cups and a small pot handy was useful for this exact reason. Tea is a good ice breaker.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
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Post by Saturos Prox on Nov 18, 2009 21:41:35 GMT -6
Saturos entered the inn. The warm air of the building felt good on his slightly numb skin. Sure the cold didn't phase him nearly as much as others, but a bare face and arm in an Ilian winter could make even the thickest of polar bears feel chills. Rubbing his hands together, Saturos sat down at the bar and looked around. No sign of any barmaids. A slightly portly man with a friendly face and a bushy mustache approached him. "What can I get for you?" asked the man with a smile on his face. "Would you happen to know where the barmaid is?" asked Saturos. The man smiled awkwardly. "This is an inn, good sir, not a..." "N-No, it's nothing like that. I just needed to speak with her," interrupted Saturos, flustered and waving his hands in front of him. The bartender nodded his head, still smiling. "Ah, I see. Well, she just went on break," he said, nodding his head over towards the inkeeper. "Would you happen to be with the group that just came in? Some cleric came in with a sword and was asking the innkeeper about a missing someone." Realizing that the bartender was probably talking about Alphonse, Saturos nodded. "Yes, I've been traveling with them from Etruria," he said. The man nodded. "Ah, interesting. So do you want anything to drink while you wait?" "Uh." Saturos scratched his temple. "I'll just have the local brew." Reaching under the counter, the bartender grabbed a bottle of beer and a glass and poured the brown liquid into the glass. Nodding in thanks, Saturos took the glass and had a taste. "It's good," he said approvingly. The jovial bartender just smiled. "It's the only stuff us Ilians drink. Imports are expensive, so we save that for the travelers who'd prefer a taste of home." The bartender placed the rest of the bottle next to Saturos. "Tell you what, since you like it, I'll let you have the rest of the bottle, on the house. Most people don't appreciate Ilian beer. Too strong for most people." The bartender clapped his hands together. "I've got to attend to things in the back, so I'll leave you to enjoy your drink." As the bartender walked off, Saturos thanked him. "Thank you very much," he said. The bartender just smiled and nodded.
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Shadow
Shaman
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Post by Shadow on Nov 21, 2009 1:22:15 GMT -6
Shadow averted his gaze from his surroundings and focused on the well-mannered myrmidon. Zaath was asking if he could keep his pot of tea here. The new acquaintance also asked if he would like some. For a moment, Shadow stared at Zaath through his hood, hiding his increasingly crazed eyes. Then, the dark mage went back to his original position, keeping an eye on the surrounding people. He then said with no emotion, "You can place the pot here, but I'm not having any."
Instead of looking through his over-read book, the shaman retrieved his tome; Flux. It was used many times, and Shadow did like to feel the pulse of dark energy being able to manipulate into power. Still, he decided to just keep the tome in his hands, and not play with the magic for simple tricks. Shadow did have the ability to do that, but he did not want to now. The dark mage was not in any kind mood.
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Zaath
Myrmidon
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices will inevitably make us."
Posts: 31
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Post by Zaath on Nov 21, 2009 14:22:09 GMT -6
"Thank you. And I apologize if I was a bother." Zaath said to the shaman. He figured that getting Shadow to come out of his shell would be nigh impossible, and sense Zaath would only travel with them until they neared the capital, there was no point in breaking down the emotional walls of someone he may not stay with for long.
Zaath began to pour his own cup, about two thirds full and removed his 'survival knife' (A ten inch bowie knife) from his leg strap and scraped a bit of the sweet clump into the drink, stirring it with the same blade, then wiping off the knife and stowing it.
Though Saturos had already began to down the native Ilian brew, Zaath figured he could still make idle conversation while enjoying his own tea. "Excuse me," Zaath began, "I was curious as to what influenced you to embark on your quest?" Why travel this far in such conditions? And forgive me if my query is to personal to discuss."
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Nov 21, 2009 18:18:07 GMT -6
Saturos turned his head towards the man. He recognized him from their traveling group, but he couldn't quite recall his name. "Oh, me? Well, I'm not on any quest in particular," he said casually. "I've been living as a crazy sword hermit." Saturos paused, took a sip of his drink, then looked back at the black cloaked myrmidon. "Seriously." He leaned back on his stool and took another sip of his drink. "Sure I go into town to have some fun sometimes, but nature is just so much more peaceful than civilization. As for why I trekked all the way here, well, being an ascetic gives you a lot of free time." Saturos put his half-filled mug down and refilled it, draining the rest of the bottle. "I was hanging out in the forest and you guys were all going to Ilia. I thought 'hey, why not?' and tagged along. Oh, and I realized that if we went we could stop by this village as the only real goal of the trip was to get out of Etruria," he said, taking another swig of his beer. "I'm sure you have better and much more exciting reasons Mr. uh..." Saturos stopped for a lack of the man's name. "Ah, sorry, I know we've been traveling together, but I'm not really good with names."
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 23, 2009 9:11:48 GMT -6
Right after Alphonse walked past him, Gabriel turned around and entered the inn as well. Shortly after that came Shadow, Zaath, and lastly, Saturos. Gabriel exchanged a few words with the inn's owner, and decided that he'd hit the sack. He was too tired(sleeping on the mountainside didn't help), and he didn't want the cold to get the best of him.
He went upstairs, following the owner's instructions, and opened the second door to his right. The room had a single bed, a small window, a fireplace and a bathroom. Nothing too flashy, but it'd do. After several unsuccessful attempts, Gabriel finally managed to light up the fire place, and went to bed.
Wonder where this all will take me...Maybe it'd be best to think it over while traveling.
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Alphonse
Priest
[M:0]
A flask? Without alcohol?! Blasphemy!
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Post by Alphonse on Nov 23, 2009 20:02:45 GMT -6
Alphonse, after everyone had come in and settled down, went off to find his room. He stared at his room door for a second and then walked in. It was nothing special, but he didn't care, he walked over to the bed not caring about his surroundings and fell down onto it with a grown. The warmth of the bed seeped into Alphonse, and he completely relaxed and closed his eyes. Trisha, I'm sorry it took me so long, but I'll see you soon. Very soon. Slowly he was consumed by his dreams and fell asleep thinking of his lost sister. Alphonse scooted himself onto the bed and curled up, breathing peacefully.
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Zaath
Myrmidon
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices will inevitably make us."
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Post by Zaath on Nov 24, 2009 9:51:40 GMT -6
"I'm Zaath." He briefly paused to take a sip of his tea, then continued, "I would imagine with all your free time you lead a very interesting life yourself. As for me, I came to Ilia to work as a mercenary. I have recently... been a bit short on funds, but I think I'll get to the capital fine and locate an 'employment center'. They really are the best places to find work, unless you know someone in a... troublesome situation." Zaath figured there was no point in lying to the man. He seemed rather calm and laid back, if not a bit buzzed.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Nov 24, 2009 18:10:46 GMT -6
Saturos's mouth twisted as he shrugged. "Interesting to some, boring to others. I'm neutral on the subject," he said. "It's just what I do. It's how I live." Saturos rubbed his nose. "You seem like a decent swordsman, though. You should have no trouble finding work," he said, nodding slightly. "It's the way you carry yourself, it's just like a swordsman, not just a man with a sword." Saturos downed the rest of his drink and yawned. Standing up, he pushed his stool up against the bar. "Would you mind indulging an old fighter with a spar tomorrow morning? It's a bit late tonight and I still have some business to attend to, but an early morning spar beats the stuffing out of my usual agenda."
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Shadow
Shaman
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Post by Shadow on Nov 24, 2009 23:40:13 GMT -6
The shaman watched as two of his traveling companions went up to their rooms. As soon as the priest was out of sight, the darkly robed man suddenly began to move. Through the darkness of his hood, the shaman saw the barkeep. He simply walked over to the bar, and silently waited for the innkeeper to inquire his needs. Shadow, when asked by the now nervous man, said in a low voice, "Which room would mine be? Oh, and I must ask; are there chairs in the rooms." The man simply stared at Shadow, nervously. He then replied, "Err... first door to yer right. As for chairs... none, really." The dark mage thanked the innkeeper in his quiet, intimidating voice. He then proceeded to the chair he was sitting at, passing the two swordsmen. Once in front of it, the shaman lifted the chair up, and carried it towards the stairs. When passing the now very confused innkeeper, the dark mage simply said, "You'll get it back in the morning."
As Shadow neared his room, he silently placed the chair down. The dark mage then turned the knob, and pushed the door open. Like the innkeeper said, there were no chairs. Like the shadow he was, the shaman whisked the chair into the room, and closed the door. The only evidence of such a strange event ever taking place was the slight breeze that follow after. Of course, that disappeared too.
Once the door was firmly closed, Shadow propped the chair so no one could enter the room. He had a bad feeling that there would be no locks on the door, and would not take any risks. Hurriedly, the shaman did take off his cloak, leaving himself in his pants and shirt. Shadow quickly undid his shoes, leaving his socks. Then, he walked over to the bed. The shaman sat on the bed first, hesitantly. Then, gradually, he accepted the feel of the bed. Without getting inside the blanket, Shadow lowered himself into a lying position. The darkness of the room enveloped his mind, as sleep overtook the shaman.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Nov 29, 2009 15:05:54 GMT -6
It was by nightfall when horse and rider entered the town, and the heavy snow they'd been riding to seem to cease to a halt, Which Elibe did not mind to the slightest. Rayl, however, was completely out of, drowning in a sea of thought and sorrow. What would he do now? Everything seemed to have crumbled after that brief moment in his life. He'd been living a good life in Pherae before he tried to finish what he'd started after felling Hargus five years ago, and things had been improving, but now...now he just didn't know.
Dismounting and leading Elibe into the stables of what appeared to be the towns small inn, and made his way inside. He was greeted by a smiling bartender, who asked him about a drink. Now it should't be forgotten that Rayl cleaned up his act five years past, but now, in a state of depression he hadn't felt for years, simply asked for the local brew, and sat down at a table sulking, chair uneasy under the weight of his cold armor.
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Zaath
Myrmidon
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices will inevitably make us."
Posts: 31
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Post by Zaath on Nov 29, 2009 21:33:40 GMT -6
"I would love to spar tomorrow morning, and thank you for conversing with me." Zaath said, and smiled politely. He drank the rest of his cup slowly and walked back to the table that his pot rested apon. Shadow had left. "Hmm", Zaath began quietly to himself, "My companions do go to bed early. I don't understand this compulsion for sleep." Zaath rarley slept, he just dosed. He figured his cat-nap style rest was a mechanic his body had developed to keep him from night terrors. When he fully slept, he was tortured by visions of pain and death.
A piercing bolt of agony erupted from Zaaths stomach as he clenched it and fell out of his chair. Zaath spat a little vomit onto the floor and tryed to look as fine as possible, but now it was obveous that his body was sending a message with that pulse of bile. FEED ME. Zaath was actually suprised a bit by the reaction. He guessed that the exhuaston of the hike mixed with his hunger, which was not what it was in the morning, caused his body to dip into the slight amount of fat reserves he had retained through all the exercise that he got throughout his... life.
"Ay!" The inkeep exclaimed with a worried expression, "Yer not looking so good..!" "i-im... fine, just a little hungry." "Well," The man continued, "I think I got a'lil proposition for ya'. You sweep and scrub the floor, and I'll send a meal yer' way. I'll even let ya' have a room tonight. I'm feelin' a bit generous." "Really?" Zaath started with a gratefull tone, "Thank you sir, thank you so much!" Zaath was put in a good mood having that in mind and retrieved the broom and scrub brush as well as a bucket of water and began to clean the floor.
After finally having cleaned the floor to the best of his ability, the inkeeper inspected his handywork and was pleased, so he had the barmaid "Fetch im' a spot a' food.". She returned with a small but tasty looking meal, consisting of salted pork, a slice of wheat bread, a few sauted mushrooms and a flagon of mead, which was a bit watered down, much to Zaaths liking. Zaath began to inhale his meal with no concern for his digestive tract. The food burst with flavour, his senses heavily augmented by his hunger, and he swiged the sweet alchoal with an almost grin on his face. Zaath was content, though he was fearful that this would cause him to enter a deep slumber when he was ready to rest.
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Shadow
Shaman
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Post by Shadow on Nov 30, 2009 5:12:50 GMT -6
OoC: That's it, I'm posting. I've waited long enough; now let's see what a half-crazed shaman and a sulking knight have to talk about.
BiC: The shaman shot up from his sleep, in a cold sweat. His eyes were wild with rage. The scar that ran across his chest felt searing hot. A sharp growl came from his clenched teeth. Shadow's body was tense, ready to fight and kill. And then, the anger left. The shaman's body loosened back to a more relaxed form. His breathing lessened, and finally, Shadow realized where he was. He also figured out he could not escape the annoyances as well. Sleep would be easy for him tonight. With a slight grunt, the dark mage got out of bed. He began to dress himself, not knowing how late it was. Shadow had no care; all the shaman knew was that he was that he needed to blow off some steam.
Even though Shadow decided to stay awake, he was still groggy from his rest. Through the darkness of his hood, the shaman saw his way (barely) down the stairs. Vision still blurred, he carefully walked to a table, found a chair, and practically fell in it. Once seated, the shaman slid his hands into the shadows of his hood, and rubbed his eyes. As he did, Shadow listened to the room, and all that were in it. It soon became clear that he was not at an empty table.
On the other side of the table, a man sat. The half-sleeping shaman saw a blue blur, with some brown blur at the top. He blinked multiple times, trying to make out the figure. Shadow then realized that he was intruding on the person. Stifling a yawn, Shadow began his quiet apology. "Err... I'm so sorry for just coming up on you. Honest, I'll go once I can... see..." Through his blurred vision, he could barely make out any other details of the face and clothing. Or perhaps it was armor. The shaman really couldn't tell.
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Zaath
Myrmidon
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices will inevitably make us."
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Post by Zaath on Nov 30, 2009 23:21:19 GMT -6
Zaath took his pot, almost full of tea, to the fireplace on the right side of the room and set it on the small iron grill inside to keep it warm. He figured he could exhaust it's contents in the morning when everyone woke up and felt a need for a sweet, warm beverage. After placing the small pot above the flickering remnants of what he guessed was once a great blaze he returned to his place at the table where he enjoyed his meal in previous hours. He closed his eyes, pulled over his hood and sank in his chair, allowing himself to enter a cat-nap atate, so he could still regain his lost energy and be semi-aware of his surroundings.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Dec 2, 2009 16:13:13 GMT -6
"It is no problem, my friend..." the knight sounded tired, as he gazed long into his reflection in the mug set before him...actually, it wasn't himself, per say, but himself five years past,a a younger man, not growing a beard, riding atop a different horse (with a tendency to buck people off it, not as awesome as Elibe.), laughing on a battlefield, lancetip red from blood. Those were the days of his life back then, the effect of his drinking, and the affect it had on his life had been tremendous... He slowly raised the brew to his lips, and was about to take a sip, but paused, before slowly lowering it. Would Persephone want him to act like this? To abandon all the things he'd done? To lay waste to the things he'd redeemed himself for...? No...no she wouldn't have. He slid the mug to the white haired man who sat to his right,"If you wish, you may take it." he then took from a sack strapped to his right hip a book: The Magnficent Adventures of Crowley By: Sir Rayl of Pherae Sir Rayl of Pherae...He'd returned from the final battle against Hargus a changed man, been welcomed as a knight of Marquess Pherae, and was loved by the people he swore to protect by his knight's honor...and the Old Code of Barigan... He flipped through the pages of the book, before coming up to the story entitled: The Meeting of Rayl the Ruthless and began to read in the moonlight, recalling past anguish and error: He wouldn't make that mistake again.
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