Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 16, 2010 0:53:34 GMT -6
Lyar barreled down the hill, having been oblivious to the whole situation, and zoomed down as if he instantly knew where the diminutive dark dude that was his brother was, and scooped him up in an arm and hugged him while holding Love tenderly in the other she wouldn't be hurt more," HEY BRUTHA! LOOK WHO I HAZ FOUND! IT'S AN INJURED GIRL!" he beamed proudly, giving Love a very brief 'see what I have to go through' look, before he let the little boy go, and stood back up to his giant height, then ran off to where Richter and some guy was, "HEY COMMANDER BUDDY! WHERE IS THE HEALER! I HAVE FOUND INJURED GIRL!"
Oh the things he had to do for love...
OOC: like my pun at the end there? and by love I mean how he cares for his Brother, not Love the shaman...I'll be doing this a lot.
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Love
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Post by Love on Feb 16, 2010 1:03:41 GMT -6
OOC : lol. I love puns Love smiled weakly as she saw Lyar's brother for the first time and that he was passed around. It felt like a great weight had been set on her. But this time, she was going to do it right. Smiling attempted to give the boy a big eyed look. She used to give those to the younger children all the time back when she worked in the church. It was supposed to be a trust bonding thing, although she thought it really only allowed her to portray innocence to the higher level users. She let the following events unfold naturally, as if she was in so much pain to notice who found her and such and that all she really wanted was some medicine and pain mending devices.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 16, 2010 1:24:10 GMT -6
Richter smirked. He liked this dragon's fighting spirit. He'd heard stories that, while dragons were branded for being ferocious beasts, many of them were just pacifists that wanted to be left alone. He was glad this wasn't the case with Marcus, though it could just be because his stone was at stake. No matter. Despite the utterly cheesy line, if Marcus wasn't joking, Richter might be riding on top of a dragon. That was an offer no man could refuse.
Before Richter could reply, his thoughts were interrupted by a loud, familiar voice. Combined with the manner of speaking, Richter knew who it was even before looking. "Lyar, what is it?" he said, turning to the approaching giant. Looking down, he noticed the injured girl in his arms. Acting fast, the High Officer turned to a soldier behind him. "Soldier, go get a healer, fast!" The soldier nodded, and saluted with a 'yes sir', the ran off. Richter turned back to Lyar. "Any idea how this happened?"
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 16, 2010 1:35:42 GMT -6
Lyar despite the situation beamed proudly. Richter knew his secret, but the fact was that all the people around prevented Lyar from acting normally in fear that word could spread to Mavick. Thus he continued the illusion," WELL I WAS GOING FOR A WALK AND SAW HER IN THE MUD! SO I WAS LIKE: HEY! I SHOULD BRING HER WITH ME!" He had a big wide smile here,
OOC: =D
IC: "SO THEN AFTER TALKING TO A WOLF I CAM BACK HERE!" he added that wolf part just for the reason so that the others kept thinking his insanity intact...
OOC: why yes I am setting this up...
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Kyro
The "Before" years
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Strength does not lie in one's arm or mind, but in what they fight for...
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Post by Kyro on Feb 16, 2010 13:43:55 GMT -6
Read him the letter? Kyro had never considered that possibility; he had assumed, as had his superiors, that he would deliver the letter, receive a reply, and return home. Then again, they had also taken for granted that the recipient would know how to read and would be inclined to do so. Would he be allowed to view such sensitive information?
Sensitive...right.
Breaking the seal of the carefully made envelope, Kyro pinched the now-useless piece of paper between his pinky and ring finger as he shook the letter open. The letter reads as follows: "'From Sasuke and the Ilian nobles over Bern, to the Herald or the next officer in command. By way of this messenger, we honor the Prophet and his followers in Etruria. However, we regret that we cannot offer military support in these matters. While border guards of both Bern and Ilia welcome your soldiers as visitors, internal affairs dictate a need for the majority of our forces to be interred at home. If we may offer any supplies or intelligence, please send notice by way of this messenger. Greatest respects.'" The message had actually surprised the wyvern rider: minimal actual grovelling, cordial tone, vague verbiage that prevented offense but promised nothing. Now for the response.
Please, Elias, Kyro pleaded silently, we're in the clear. Be ready to be silent.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Feb 16, 2010 15:23:09 GMT -6
Morgoth out his paper back in his pocket and waited for his teacher to finish staring into space when Mavick was scooped up by Lyar and given a big hug. Some girl flashed a strange face at Mavick, and then was carted of by Lyar. What the? Who is that girl and why is she injured? I wonder if I can kill her...
"What was that?"
OoC:Great, another Shaman I've got to kill. ;D
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 16, 2010 18:10:33 GMT -6
'Honored' to spar with me? Did I really just hear that!? Becoming widely known as a talented mercenary, like Commander Abend, and his family, and to a lesser extent her own mother, Hera Feldsky, was a goal that the illian squire still clung to tenaciously. Being held in esteem by the soldiers of the army was a real confidence boost that Clair was doing the right thing.
On the inside she was cheering, and jumping for joy, but that was not her typical outward behaviour. She couldn't stop a smile from creeping onto her face though. "Don't worry about my time. I'll make room. After all, improving my own skills is an important duty to attend to as well." Clair looked at the soldier with a bit more intensity; the fire to get stronger once again kindled anew "You're not the only one who wants to be known for talent."
Clair had trained with Commander Abend some. He had taught her how to truly fight; had given her the grasp on how to learn. Now she needed to get more experience. More practice. Sparring a fellow lancefighter would be another step on the path. It wouldn't be long now before- Was that Lyar that just blew past?
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Love
Shaman
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Post by Love on Feb 16, 2010 19:38:49 GMT -6
It was overwhelming, the people with their eyes. Love was glad to have noticed at least once other female. A Pegasus knight for sure, she thought. The outfit gave it away.
Feeling unsure of what to do, Love decided to go for a highly overactive appearance. She moaned slightly and whimpered before throwing a small "Oh, who..the pain..." At the confident person she was shown off to. Looking like more like a seriously drugged female, Love had to flutter and close her eyes...
And then she felt it. Her eyes shot wide open. Someone else was here. Someone whom she had missed when she took her sweeping look a few moments ago.
There was another magic user. She was sure of it. Love knew the aura of magic very well. Most of it was normal, balanced and even. This one wasn't.
Who could have it come from? Definitely not the child, nor any of the weapon welding armor wearing few. It was someone she had yet to see. And she was dying to find out who.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Feb 16, 2010 19:40:06 GMT -6
Guinevere got a fiery look in her eyes that resembled her superior. She could tell they both had similar goals, mainly to get better at what they do. Maybe someday she'd be an Assistant Officer as well, due to her increased abilities. She'd like that.
Before she could answer, though, a tall soldier with blue hair. She had seen him about before, what was his name? Lyle, or Lyre, or Lyar or something of the sort. It seemed something had happened. Whatever it was, it seemed important as Commander Richter himself got involved. "If you need to go check in, Ma'am, go ahead. Our spar can always wait." Her tone was formal. She knew something was up and that Officer Feldsky would probably want to go check out what had happened, as well as talk to Commander Richter too.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 16, 2010 22:18:22 GMT -6
Lyar jumped to, and dashed down through the troops, people jumping out of the way of the man, who then stepped onto a large rock in the road to jump over some blond woman, before continuing to look through the various faces until he spotted him: the little man who was the healer...well, he wasn't as little as his munchkin magician of a brother, but in lyar standards he was short," HEY THAR!" he shouted, turned promptly and continued his run.
oh god... the healer hated seeing Lyar, because chances are some sort of insanity was about to happen.
"I HAS FOUND LITTLE GIRL! YOU HEAL LITTLE GIRL!" he roared, holding Love out towards the man...it was odd he managed NOT to cause Love too much pain during his little mini stampede. Meanwhile the healer sighed with relieve, not questioning the giant man, before holding out his staff, the end glowing as he ran it over her injured leg, having assumed that was the problem...though with Lyar you never knew WHAT the current problem was because of the sheer amount of them.
Bellowing a thanks, Lyar dashed off and once out of earshot he knelt down to ease Love's return from the clouds and back to the ground," Do you think you can walk? And...sorry about having to put that performance up...hopefully you didn't get too...bounced about."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 16, 2010 22:44:30 GMT -6
Clair watched as Lyar stopped at the Commander. She couldn't tell quite what was going on, but... was he carrying someone? "Yes I should go and report back in. I'll make a chance sometime in the next few halts for the spar." She paused, trying to think of what she needed to say now... What do I say? Umm... will this sound too arrogant? "Carry on."
It no longer mattered if Clair felt like she was saying things that an experienced officer would say. She was an Assistant Officer now, and had a responsibility to be one. If she acted like one, it would grow normal, and then she could continue to grow.
She turned and started to head towards Commander Richter, when, just in time, she saw Lyar vaulting over Guinevere and herself. "Purge it..." she muttered under her breath, using one of the many words she'd heard Mavick, the strategist use when yelling at his brother. Why this man insisted to play this game for his brother's sake was beyond her... But he was very good at it. Maybe he should be put into the intelligence division. Clair thought to herself, laughing at the thought. It would completely shatter his disguise for Mavick.
She arrived in front of he Commander and saluted, still hearing Adete playing softly in the background. "Assistant Officer Feldsky, Reporting in Sir. I found the source of the music, and I see things have been busy around here as well."
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Love
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Post by Love on Feb 17, 2010 0:09:10 GMT -6
Healing felt really good. Really really good. If Love was going to fake a recovery anytime, it would have been now.
Eventually she was laid down (sorta). "Ya ya. I might as well. You've been carrying me so long." She smiled at Lyar. It was obvious she had found her first male friend in a very long time. "Thanks alot." She was tempted to give him a quick hug but it seemed strange to do so.
Pulling herself up, Love found it fairly easy to stand up, even if her ankle was in bits of pain. She automatically grabbed Lyar as she did so of course, for fear of falling.
Unsure of what next, she looked up at Lyar and smiled. Maybe he expected her to go to his brother now. Would that seem too obvious? Love wanted to see that woman that she had a glimpse of earlier instead, but she would not let Lyar down.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 17, 2010 0:22:55 GMT -6
Lyar just continued to smile as she was on her own feet, but when she clung to him when she felt uneasy he put an arm around her just so she felt secure, then let go," Well Love, my friend-: he paused at how it was to say that: the situations one could get with the name Love were near endless...he could be able to use this in his performance...
...but back to reality," I'm not sure if you had any prior plans, but if you'd like you can continue traveling with us: I could take you to our Assistant Officer if you wish, as I'm sure our Commander is going to be busy...and we'd best get back to the others, lest they think something is happening."
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 17, 2010 13:42:42 GMT -6
Richter, slightly distracted by everything that was going on at the moment, turned absent-mindedly to Clair as she announced herself. "Oh, Clair," he said, forgetting to address her formally despite the fact they were around other soldiers. He looked over her shoulder to see a man, clad in yellow and playing a flute. So this was the musician. His notes were relaxing, yes, but everything that was going on kind of drowned out his tunes in Richter's mind.
Snapping back to attention, Richter faced Clair and nodded. "Right, Officer Feldsky, you missed out on quite a lot," he said. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder at Marcus. "We just recruited a dragon, and both him and his archer friend have just about been taken hostage." Richter shook his head. "Ariston is talking to that wyvern rider over there. Apparently Ilian officials are covering their butts by saying they support the Prophet, but fortunately don't have any forces to spare." The High Officer rubbed his beard. "That's good for me," he thought to himself. Any reinforcements the Prophet didn't get were a good thing. Lack of men for the Inquisitional Army and potential allies for Richter.
Richter gestured towards the musician. "So, who is he?"
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Love
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Post by Love on Feb 17, 2010 18:01:57 GMT -6
How quaint. She was being invited to follow. Well Love did kinda owe Lyar like A LOT. "Ok." She was hesitant to say it though. All these strangers, and they all looked very fearsome. Even the women looked like they could easily cut Love up. She probably preferred to have stayed with the child for the remainder of their adventures.
"Who should I introduce myself to?" The lighthearted music was making Love feel better, like she wanted to dance. She looked at Lyar again before going, "Ok. Come on. Let's go. We..err I can go meet the others." She was thinking about all the interruptions she might have to do...but it was worth it right?
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