Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 11, 2009 21:10:24 GMT -6
Saturos had wrapped his cloak around his neck like a scarf and was rubbing his arms to keep warm. No one, not even Saturos, could stay warm in a snow storm. "Probably wasn't the best time to leave, huh?" he thought to himself. Normally he was the kind of person who talked to himself out-loud, but talking would have wasted sweet, warm breath, and he needed all the heat he could get right now. Saturos squinted, trying to see through the snow and wind, but all he'd get was blurry vision and freezing eyeballs. "Isn't there any place to get shelter?"
Trudging through the snow, Saturos kept walking until he noticed a large, dark shape in the distance, like he was walking around on a piece of paper and somebody had decided to draw a giant half circle. Nowhere else to go, he approached the dot, only to find out that it was the partially covered entrance to a cave. "Lucky find," he thought, bemused. Crawling over the snow ridge, Saturos fulled opened his eyes to find himself in a fairly large cave. It was really dark, with only enough light coming through the blizzard outside to just make out the cave's dimensions. After groping around to find a rock, Saturos sat down and rubbed his hands together, blowing into them. "Now we wait."
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Post by Faust on Dec 11, 2009 21:22:44 GMT -6
Behind Saturos, the shadows began to shift. A large, dar shadow stood out. Slowly, it began to shrink. As it shrank, the thing that cast it moved into the semi-light. Faust's eyes flashed light purple before his shadow solidified into a Human silhouette, then turned back to crimson. Stepping out to where Saturos would be able to see him, Faust made sure to make a fair bit of noise by dropping the bundle of wood he carried so as the gain the attention of the warrior. Tossing back the deep hood of his cloak so that the young warrior would be able to see his face, Faust spoke.
"Hello there. I was just about to make a fire back here in hopes of drawing some warmth." In truth, Faust barely felt the cold. Lovely perk of being a...well, what he was. "There are some thick logs for seats back here as well. No need to sit on the cold stone," he added. Without further preamble, Faust set about making his fire. Saturos would either join him or he wouldn't. Smiling slightly with satisfaction as bright orange flames leapt up, Faust sat down on a log in the newly-illuminated section of the cave. "There should be enough wood here to last through the blizzard," Faust added as an afterthought.
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 11, 2009 22:29:04 GMT -6
As the flames licked the newcomer's wood, the dark damp cave was lit up. Lights and shadows danced upon the cave walls. It was a peaceful effect; very calming. Grabbing a now visible log, Saturos plopped the lumber down by the fire and took a seat. The fire's warmth reheated Saturos' chilled bones. After taking in the fire for a bit, he looked up at the black robed newcomer.
"Do you happen to live in this cave, or is my good fortune simply coincidence?" asked Saturos. A slight shiver ran through him. The wind was still howling outside like an army of wolves. "I'm usually not one to question a person's living arrangements, but to have wonderful log seats already prepared for me...That's a treat."
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Post by Faust on Dec 11, 2009 23:16:01 GMT -6
Relaxing in such a position so that he was seated on a log with his back leaning against a small boulder, Faust shook his head. "No, I'm afraid not. Although I suppose it could be said that I live everywhere. I travel around, never staying in one place for two long. I've stayed in places both better and worse than this."
Continuing along that vein, Faust added "There are a few drawings etched into the wall farther back which suggest that this cave was home to some Nomads perhaps as recently as a decade or so ago. The wood that was left here, as well as these logs, has been here for at least a decade; if you hadn't noticed, it's bone-dry and petrified. These log seats here...well, I suppose that was just luck."
Stroking the light stubble on his chin, Faust shrugged and said "But I prove myself much too verbose. I shall simply add that I am known as Faust Pendragon and make an inquiry as to your name and vocation?"
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 11, 2009 23:36:38 GMT -6
Saturos tilted his head, staring back at Faust. He was quite the odd one. Sounded like he was quite the traveler, and quite the scholar too. Saturos raised an eyebrow. "Your knowledge of this cave is quite impressive. You can tell all of that at a glance?" Saturos craned his head to look at the wall behind him. "I've never been one for history."
He turned back to look at Faust. "My parents named me Saturos, but you can call me what you like," he said with slight nod. "I'm a wandering soul, a traveling hermit, and a swordsman training to better his skills." Saturos slightly motioned toward his waist, showing off his sword. "I'm not much for fighting, I prefer to observe, but swordsmanship does prove to be an excellent sport, as well as an emergency defense. A bear doesn't have to be vicious to be dangerous, no?" He leaned back, his hands behind his head. "Tell me, Faust, what brings you so far out into Ilian snow?"
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Post by Faust on Dec 12, 2009 10:37:42 GMT -6
Faust shrugged off Saturos' compliments nonchalantly. "No, not at a glance. I'd been here for about fifteen minutes before you arrived. I had some time to look around, make sure there were no big animals that would have tried to surprise Me. The cold doesn't really bother Me that much, to be honest; I've always liked to think that I had fire inside of Me. And as long as we speak of things impressive, I must admire your sword. I personally have never been trained in the use of one, so I always find those skilled in the fine art impressive. Where I came from, I was trained to subdue armed enemies with My bare hands." Faust's little hints danced off of his tongue, barely lingering in the air.
He sat for a moment, gazing into the fire, before shifting slightly and removing a large flask from the inner folds of his cloak. "And there's this. It contains a strong liquor from Sacae. It burns the throat a bit, but does wonders when it reaches the stomach. A single mouthfull warms one up nicely." The liquor was in fact an Arcadian recipe, but what Saturos didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
"Finally, as for why I am here...well, I confess that this is the first time I have ever seen snow. I had heard that this place saw it often, so I came. It is a truly wondrous phenomenon." After taking a swig of the liquor, Faust offered it to Saturos.
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 12, 2009 17:53:15 GMT -6
The storm was blinding, the snow, everywhere, not just falling, but swirling in different directions, like it had a mind of it's own. Marle could not even see a few feet ahead of herself very well. The plate armor on her body was frozen, and if there was not the thick, warm furs that she sore underneath them, the armor would be frozen to her skin. She looked a bit bulky with the furs and clothing she had on, that she looked like some sort of barbarian at a distance. Marle's breathing was hard, and heavy, growing more weary with each step. This storm was quick to rise up, and was very unforgiving for those who had not sought out shelter quickly.
Each step was heavy, she couldn't see, at what she thought, between the rushing wind and snow, looked like some sort of hut around a hundred paces out, but it was vague, since all she could see was a shadowy form, but the closer she moved towards it, the clearer the view began to become. A relieved sigh was breathed out from behind the tightly wrapped scarf, she felt lighter, as Marle's eyes began to take in the sight of the mouth of the inviting cave.
"About time...some refuge..." she allowed to be mumbled out, as she began rushing towards the opening, lance held tightly in her gloved hand. As she neared, she swore she heard voices, and this slowed her stepping. Though the sound of rushing wind was great, she still picked up on the mumbling sounds of speech. However, the cold that she felt was a larger deterrent than the dangers of confrontation, so she pushed in deeper to the cave, feeling warmer, the heat of a fire felt through her heavy garments the closer she got. As she neared, Marle's green eyes rested upon the two men conversing with each other, while she stood there covered from head to toe in snow.
Pulling down her scarf, she bowed her head in a silent greeting to them, feeling a touch awkward, figuring this might be inappropriate of her to be interrupting, but eventually, her courage caught up.
"Oh...hello, I just uhm..saw the cave, and with the storm, I thought I could take refuge here." She gave her head a bit of a rub as she loosened her hair out that had been frozen stiff. "Ow...anyways, what I mean to say is, uhm, greetings to you both! Would it be alright if I shared your fire?"
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Post by darion on Dec 12, 2009 18:08:35 GMT -6
Darion calmly walked through the swirling snow and wind, his hair and coat being whipped around by the fleeting gusts. If one didn't know any better, they would think he was taking a stroll on a bright, sunny day without a hint of bad weather. Living with the weather of Ilia all one's life would do that.
He had been traveling for a bit through the snowstorm when he had come across some deep tracks cutting through the white. Seeing as they were quickly being obscured, Darion hurriedly followed their trail.
Unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough. The tracks had vanished, and, as he looked around as best he could in the snowstorm, he realized he was lost.
Since he couldn't really see more than a few feet and he had no idea which way to go, the mercenary closed his eyes and quickly took a few steps in a random direction. His foot caught a root buried under the snow, and he took a tumble.
When Darion opened his eyes, he noticed that there was less snow whirling around. He looked to his left, and lo and behold , there was a person! How he didn't see her there before was confusing, but he blamed it on the snow. At this point, he looked up - relative to his position - and saw the inside of the newly identified cave with two people in it. He raised a hand in greeting. "Fancy meeting some other people out here, eh?"
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 12, 2009 18:17:57 GMT -6
So Faust was a traveler like him. It was nice to find something in common. Saturos took the bottle and drank a nice big swig. The liquor was spicy, but warmed his bones. Handing the bottle back to Faust, he grinned. "Sacaens really know their alcohol," chuckled Saturos. "But yeah, I'm always on the lookout for more knowledge on swordsmanship. You could call me a 'sword-scholar'." He put a hand to his abdomen and burped. "That's good liquor. Warms the stomach and the soul. Makes me feel like I could breath fire."
Before Saturos could inquire about Faust's art of hand to hand combat, they were greeted by blond and a brown haired snow demons in white clothes and ice armor. Or perhaps they were just cold and frozen. The blond one looked especially icy, particularly her hair. Saturos just smiled and gestured towards the logs in the back. "Come and warm yourselves up, snow demons," he greeted. "Get yourselves a piece of petrified wood and melt your cares away." He extended his outstretched hands to the two newcomers. "I'm Saturos, and how might I address you two?"
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Post by darion on Dec 12, 2009 18:50:51 GMT -6
Hearing the newly named Saturos' offer, Darion bounded to his feet with little difficulty. He chuckled a little as he stepped forward and grasped the swordsman's outstretched hand. "Snow demons, are we? I'm Darion."
With that he walked over and seated himself on a petrified log near Saturos. He looked at the other fellow before asking, "So do you have a name as well, friend?"
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Marle Daviau
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 12, 2009 20:55:40 GMT -6
A small smile was given to the one who came in almost directly behind her, as well as to the rest, as Marle nodded her head at the invitation to sit down. Slowly, her body moved on it's own, , first to the man who greeted her, and took his hand soon after Darion released it. "My name is Marle, I hail from a province of Ilia north-east of here."
After withdrawing from his grasp, she took a place for her to sit. Already, the snow was melting off her blue armor, and the heat was reaching her quickly. As she was seated, she rested her lance against her shoulder, hugging it to her body as best she could, with hands outstretched, palms towards the fire as she tried to get back some sensation in her fingers.
"Whew...thank you..Storms like these are rather normal in Ilia, but this is the first time I ever got caught in one. I'm just trying to get as much wordly experience before returning with honours to become a Knight, so I've been roaming Ilia for some time now."
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Post by Faust on Dec 13, 2009 10:22:43 GMT -6
"My, my...I seem to be quickly gaining celebrity! Welcome to this humble cave called home by many before us and probably after us. My earliest friend to arrive has already introduced himself, it seems, and you have both introduced yourselves. I suppose that makes it My turn. I am Faust Pendragon, Traveler and Martial Artist extraordinare! And this," he held up the flask, "is quite wonderful when one is colder than one would hope to be."
Offering it to the Lady, he said "Well, that certainly is some stout armor. I imagine it has stopped many a blade, no?" He gave a small grin to lighten the mood back to its earlier comfortable state before the surprise of the new arrivals.
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Dec 13, 2009 16:07:22 GMT -6
Marle looked at the flask and grinned dumbly at it, finding it a little silly. She then looked to her armor, the blue showing through as the frozen ice which had grown across it's surface began to slowly melt away. With a gloved hand, she lightly touched the metal covering her shoulders, the pauldron staying firm with the latching of the leather belts holding it to her body.
"Mmm...it could, but I'm not sure, I haven't been in any real fights, but I've seen this armor deflect blades before. Though, it should, considering how heavy it is." She lightly tapped her thumb against her nose as she gave a wild grin to the man who didn't seem to be affected by the cold at all, which sparked an interest. She was an Ilian girl, born and raised, and she knew how to deal with the cold, but still, she would shiver like she was now, in this cave...it was a little odd.
"Interesting..." was a simple remark about the liquor, just finally picking up on the flask. "Must be some Ilian Fire Water there. Best way to keep warm in this frozen arctic, I wouldn't trust anything else to burn my veins and hope to keep my stomach warm!"
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Post by darion on Dec 13, 2009 17:37:44 GMT -6
Darion chuckled at the girl's comment. Ilian Fire Water was famous for its ability to warm you up in any situation. "Wonder if I can get any of that," he thought as he eyed the flask quickly.
Looking back at the others, the mercenary asked, "So, what brings everyone out here, to the land of wind and snow? Where, apparently, snow demons roam," he verbally jabbed at Saturos, but smiled to take any sting out the comment.
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Saturos Prox
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The Wildcard
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Posts: 351
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 13, 2009 17:47:07 GMT -6
"It's Sacaen, or at least that's what Faust tells me," chimed in Saturos as Marle took the flask. "I didn't even know Sacaens brewed, but, I guess you learn something new everyday..." Saturos turned to look out the opening of the cave. The blistering winds roared and screamed outside as snow built up at the stone opening. "I just came out here for a bit of a friendly visit. When I left, well, I got trapped in this storm..." Putting a hand on his thigh, he turned back to the others. "I've come to think that the weather gets more vicious when bad things happen in the world. Like I remember being out in the Western Isles when Bern fell. Biggest hurricane I've ever seen. I was holding onto a palm tree for hours like a flag as I was battered with wind and rain. Makes me wonder what's going on right now..."
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