Love
Shaman
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Post by Love on Feb 20, 2010 14:52:04 GMT -6
His silence was deeply disturbing and Love had to stop for fear her voice was going to break soon. And people were staring. That was not what she wanted. Turning red (both from embarrassment of the more professional looking knight and from using all of her breath), she huffed before standing up and crossing her arms. If he wasn't going to move, then she wasn't about to make him.
Oh who was she kidding. Love always took up a funny challenge like this. But was else was there to do. Maybe if she pretended to go away and then come back to...ya. That could work.
Sticking her tongue out once at the statue, Love turned around and took a good sweeping look for her false target. Her eyes landed on that woman..er...girl..er..Well Love couldn't really tell at the moment, but she was sure that the nicely dressed female had noticed her. After all she had been the first to turn and "enjoy" her lovely musical piece.
She waved and smiled and then waved again, doing her best to ignore the curious doll behind her.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Feb 21, 2010 15:55:50 GMT -6
Morgoth left Mavick alone after waiting about five minutes for him to talk. I guess he doesn't want to talk to me.I might as well go practice or something.
Morgoth wandered around for a few minutes but began going in the direction of terrible singing, if you could classify it as singing. He came to a boy in red who he had never seen before. What is he doing? Is he dead? Morgoth stared at the boy for a few seconds, and then took out his tome after looking around to see that no one was around to see.
"Well, if he's dead then it won't matter if I practice hitting someones body, he won't need it now." Morgoth started to open his tome, but quit and tried to shoot without looking at it. Morgoth lifted his hand and began to chant, a chant that sounded of death and unimaginable things.
OoC: Are you gonna move now Elias? ;D ;D ;D
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Feb 21, 2010 15:58:13 GMT -6
Lyar sighed before putting on a dumb smile and ran back to the group. He wasn't sure what was going on, but once he heard the ear splitting that was Love's attempt at singing he smiled and used the opportunity to join in after she finished, although Lyar apparently was a better singer, despite his learning from fellow privateers...though he had been the only one NOT drunk.
However, his singing was short lived as he rushed back off to stand at Clair's side, being the strange awkward hulk that he was, looking back between Love and the pegasi rider person.
"ASSISTANT OFFICER FELDSKY!"
That was her name right?
"THIS IS MAH NEW BUDDY! HER NAME IS LURV! I MEAN- LOVE!" he beamed happily, using his stupidity guise to simultaneously introduce his new friend to the assistant commander in his up in your face mannerism.
OOC: urge to tackle hug Morgoth for lulz sake...rising...
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Feb 21, 2010 16:16:17 GMT -6
Why are all these people bothering me? I get it, this must be a test! A test to prove that I am indeed the best messenger ever! The man spoke some weird gibberish and magical energy fluxed, to the point that it became obvious that he was trying to cast a spell of sorts on him. He had a few options to this dilemma. First he could stand there and let it smack him upside his head, but that would hurt even with his slight resistant to magic from being a mage himself. He could tell him to stop, but then that would mean he would have to talk and that would be breaking his silence of messengers. Hrm.... what to do?
Well, the rules Kyro laid down was to not talk, but he never said he couldn't move! He sidestepped just as the spell was about to collide into his body, leaving the dark orb soaring into the earth behind him. He remained unscathed and stayed silent! Yes!
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Feb 21, 2010 16:36:03 GMT -6
So he is alive... Morgoth held his tome at his side as he released the magic and watched the orb disappear.
"So you don't talk, eh? If you don't want to talk I can arrange it to where you can't until--" Morgoth stopped himself and realized he was going to far and someone might see him."Never mind, I'll just here beside you thinking of different ways to use my tome." Morgoth pulled some bread out of his pocket and a water skin. "I hope your not hungry because I'm not sharing."
Morgoth tore a small chunk off and ate it, and took a swig of the water. Putting the remainder of them back into his pocket, he began thinking of various ways to use his tome and visualized himself using them on someone.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 21, 2010 22:42:14 GMT -6
Clair glanced around a moment before looking back towards the girl. She looked within a couple years of Clairs own age... Definitely not part of this army though, if her dress was any indication. Clair couldn't even see any weapons on hand. She waved towards Clair. The Pegasus Squire gave Marcus an apologetic smile. "This seems to be a day for unusual occurences." Curious... Who is she? Part of the supply train maybe?
It didn't take long for Clair to get her answer as that big axe wielder from Ostia ran up to her. The one with the idiocy act going on for his brother's sake... The one that had vaulted right over top of Clair and Guinevere earlier, Lyar. Seriously, didn't she get any respect? Oh well. She decided she could put up with his act since he'd helped them all out so well during the escape from Ostia. never-the-less...
Clair addressed herself to the towering giant of a man shouting about something. It took her a moment to realize that he was talking about the new girl, apparently named Love. She took a moment to match her persona to his act of big, dumb, and happy.
"Lyar, I know you were only doing your best, but I would appreciate it if you..." tried to avoid jumping over me when you could. She finished her thought to herself before deciding that that she wouldn't say that. If he felt the need, it wouldn't cost her anything to play along. As long as...
"...Ugh, just don't land on me, Ok? Now, did you say her name is Love?" Clair headed towards the young woman and the red...statue... which was a little farther away. She wasn't really paying attention to him anyways....
The armor she was wearing seemed to be getting easier to move in, making light clanking noises as she stepped along. It was more than having gotten used to the new armor. It had started to build her strength some too.
OoC: Finally decided a height for Clair. She'll stand at about 5'4", probably a good height for a Pegasus Knight. Of course, she's surrounded by giants, so it makes little difference how tall she is.
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Kyro
The "Before" years
[M:5]
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 22, 2010 3:25:41 GMT -6
Nothing could go wrong. Nothing. The message was delivered, the commander hadn't tried to kill them (yet), and everyone seemed to be looking at them with mild curiosity at the most, if even that. The dragon had stolen their thunder, but Kyro could really care less about prestige; he had seen how sick it made people. Elias hadn't said anything, either, which Kyro reminded himself needed to be commended, since he had thought it would be difficult for the mage. At the moment of that thought, singing pierced the air that defied comparison or description. Whirling, he found himself facing the most hilarious seen he could have envisioned: Elias standing as still as a statue, looking for all the world like a giant, perfect puppet, and a diminutive girl singing to him at the top of her lungs. Oh, poor Elias, I should have been more lenient on you, the wyvern rider mused. He stood and watched for a while; Elias deserved to have the torture ended, assuredly, but how would you go about politely stopping the girl? The Crimson Mage gained a reprieve, however, when one of the two shaman--as the insignia on the smaller of the two's robes indicated--stepped over to encourage Elias himself. Wondering if this one would try to sing to him, too, Kyro received a nasty shock as the shaman began to cast a spell. Elias, come on! Don't just let him...He couldn't respond in time, he couldn't attack himself in time, he couldn't shout and expect the mage to respond in time, no, nono...
There was an absurd moment when the young shaman had a lance inches from his throat as Kyro processed his friend's quick (and, he had to admit, clever) response. Disregarding appearances, the owner of said lance, straightened his stance, withdrawing the weapon until it rested at his side. A few seconds passed waiting for a response before Kyro turned to Elias. "I really should have clarified; when I said 'don't talk' I had meant to the addressee-"here he gestured to Ariston, who was pondering the message-"not to a pair of curious shaman. You can talk now, Elias; you've earned it. Just don't get us killed, okay?" This was a joke, of course, but Kyro gave a smile to make sure it made its point. Elias, my friend, what am I going to do with you? You follow orders too well... He had said "my friend", and it took that moment for him to realize exactly how glad a companion had made him. "I'm going to talk to some of the soldiers while we wait for a response. Feel free to mingle."
Hoping Aiyer wouldn't have to exert himself on their return to Bern, Kyro walked over to the officer he had heard so much of. Again assuming his most formal tone and stance, he asked, "You are Richter Abend, High Officer?" Sometimes proper speech could become the most annoying thing on Elibe, but the man could be as sensitive as the other officer, so caution should be assumed...
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Post by Kraft on Feb 22, 2010 9:48:23 GMT -6
'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.' Ariston rubbed his eyes. He was no diplomat. He turned to one of his assisstant officers and ordered him to get the letter delivered to the HQ near Ostia and a copy to be sent to the HQ in Delfia. They had to travel fast. Not that this letter was so important but Ariston had immediately recognized that the rumours were right. There was something wrong within the vast Ilian-Bern empire. They had to exploit this... somehow. That, and now the Inquisitional Army had a dragon. He also ordered his assistant officer to bring this news to the Herald. He might be very, very interested in this. He then looked at the chaos that had erupted. This Richter... his platoon was, as always, filled with extraordinaire charactars, troublemakers and fighters. The friend of the messenger was in fight now? Oh Saint Elimine, why must you test me like this? He though while rubbing his eyes again. He inhaled deeply and then looked at the messenger. "Your job is done here. Take your... friend with you. Our nations might be friendly with each other, but I have no time for this foolishness. Your nations may expect an answer soon." Aristion could not use outsiders. He had important things to attend to. If they wanted to stay, he could not refuse them, but there will have to be done something about them. He felt at the dragonstone in his pocket. Few men had ever hold so much power in their hands. He glanced at the Dragon and grinned ever so slightly. A dragon... a mythical beast that offered his services. Surely this must be a crossroads for Ariston the Commander? He then turned around and barked orders. "MEN! Enough of this nonsense! We have lost a lot of precious time. We will march hard and fast, I want to reach Salvation Point as soon as possible. Commander Richter-" And he looked if he could spot him somewhere. "-drop whatever you are doing and get your men to the front. You will lead this march." Ariston then looked at the other men and mounted his steed. "That is all. MOVE!" Men started to form formations and soon the entire army was ready to march, they were only waiting for the front to start walking. Ariston looked once again at the messenger. "I suggest you get out of here, dear messenger. Sacae is a dangerous place. Especially for lonely travellers." He then moved away from the messenger and saw to it that his assistant officer was on his away. He waited patiently for the army to march and once more felt at the stone in his trousers. (OOC; Sorry, Kyro. I've been a very irresponsible RP-er lately. Richter Abend, you decide when we arrive at Salvation Point, if you want to RP some more, that's fine.)
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Feb 22, 2010 12:59:59 GMT -6
"You... you mean I wasn't being an incredibly talented messenger who never talked ever and showed no emotion? I was... I was just being a creepy guy who was super and incredibly quiet?" Elias frowned with a sad look on his face. He looked crushed, like his dreams had shattered right in front of his eyes and then laughed at him for being ugly and saying he has no friends.
"Eh, oh well. I'll just have to cross super awesome messenger man off my list." His mood instantly recovered... Elias recovers from heartbreak quickly.
"So, Kyro. We're off the hook, Mr. General guy just told us to vamoose. He doesn't seem to like us though. Still... this looks like an army! Army, legendary heroes, they go hand in hand!" Elias was starting to get worked up again. "Come on, what do you say! We should totally stay with the army, you can be... like an ambassador or something!" He smiled widely. He didn't know what this army was, why it was fighting, who it was fighting, or... basically anything. All he knew is that it is the perfect first chapter for how he became The Crimson Mage!
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Feb 22, 2010 13:13:39 GMT -6
Guinevere quickly took her spot in the formation. She spotted Officer Feldsky near by and wondered when they'd get a chance to spar. She was really looking forward to it; any chance to get better was a good one. The soldier then spotted Commander Richter and the dragon-man. She still couldn't believe it. A real dragon! Maybe she could spar with him too! Oh, the possibilities! She'd quickly move up in skill, and then could spar more and more. It was like heaven to her. This is why she had specifically joined Commander Richter's unit. She had hoped she'd have a number of chances to get better and they were finally starting to come. She smiled happily as they marched, not caring what the others around her said.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 22, 2010 18:06:19 GMT -6
Richter gave the messenger a quick nod. "Yes, I'm High Officer Richter. I'm also busy," replied Richter. He did not mean to offend, but it was in his nature to be a bit blunt. He turned to the rest of his men. "Alright, my company form up!" he said, thrusting a fist into the air. "We're leading this march, so let's set a good example!" In response, his soldiers all saluted their High Officer and got moving. It felt good having the trust of his men. As his soldiers began to move, however, Richter couldn't help but wonder why Ariston was putting him in the front...No matter, he could think about it in a second.
He turned back to the messenger. "Don't leave just yet," he said, putting his hand out for emphasis, "I'd like you to do a favor for me. Wait there a second." Nodding at the red-haired man, Richter walked over to Clair. He leaned in close, speaking to her in a voice that was stern enough to be an order, but quiet enough so only she could hear. Things were heating up very hot, and very quickly. This was no longer a time to be passive. Richter was going to take control.
"Assistant Officer Clair Feldsky, I want you to listen very closely. Do not let Ariston's messenger reach the Herald. Do what it takes, but do not let him reach the Herald. This is of the utmost importance. I do not want any information relayed back to HQ." The High Officer looked around, spotting Ariston's assistant officer as he began to leave. He looked back to Clair, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Do not directly follow him. Ariston will only get suspicious. Fly off in another direction, and once you are out of sight, converge on the messenger. As far as anybody knows, you're scouting. Can you do this for me?"
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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 22, 2010 18:24:10 GMT -6
Lyar, being next to Clair when Richter gave his private message to the winged woman as he sometimes thought of her, stood as if trying to be imposing as if playing a game...that's what the soldiers around thought, though they stayed away nonetheless, as the fact of the matter was: Lyar was big, and despite his goofy smile ruse, he was still a wall despite his chosen profession. The privateer listened slightly to the conversation, but seeing as he had very little military training other than being told to go on a boat and rob other boats (along with his crazy midget brother's ranting and raving like a drill sergeant), he made very little sense of it, but knew something was happening, and would have asked what his Commander needed of him, but...
...well his just standing there was doing something, right?
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 22, 2010 21:30:08 GMT -6
Clair gave her full attention to her Commander when he came up. It looked like he had something for her to do. She was right. He spoke in a quiet concise manner, giving her the orders that would make way for events that could change the world.
He was telling her to do whatever was necessary to stop that messenger. She shuddered a bit inwardly. That might call for his death. Probably would. But this was a part of the war she was fighting in. Peace through war. She had a side and so did others. Her side happened to be alongside Commander Richter.
She swallowed nervously, but willing to go through. She reverted to the Illian ranks she'd grown up around under the pressure, using them outloud instead of only in her mind. "I understand Commander. I'll go quickly."
Thinking ahead, she realized just how much trouble this could be. She didn't want to take any chances that something unexpected would happen.Some backup would be a good thing, but who did they know they could trust. Her gaze glided over to Lyar, standing nearby. He'd proved himself, hadn't he? Would it look too odd for someone like him to go on a scouting run with her?
She saluted to Richter "I should take Lyar as backup. He's trustworthy, and besides he's heard. We'll make certain that the messenger get's intercepted."
She released her salute and nudged Lyar on the way past. "Run out ahead of the army. We've just become advance scouts. Get out from sight." Clair racked her memory of the terrain she'd spotted before landing. "There's a small dip to the northwest of the army. Front right. Make for that."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on Feb 22, 2010 21:46:50 GMT -6
Now it was Lyar's turn to be talked to... Lyar? A Scout? "It wouldn't be believable, they would suspect something if you were to have me as a scout, HOWEVER..." he held up a finger as he had an idea, though he exaggerated the motion so it would just be him being him," you move ahead, and after a fair distance I'll follow along in the...urrgh...usual manner...it will be more believable then...however we had best hurry lest he gets a head start." in reference to the messenger as he finished his hushed sub-plan, before then adding:
"...Sub-Commander Feldsky: might I inquire as to what IS exactly happening? I know we are eliminating the messenger but for what cau-"
He figured it out, just from using his past knowledge. Richter was in the book by that one Pheraen Knight, the Anti-Prophet, or Kraft as he was referred to in the novel. Was Richter some sort of Spy? It had to be! Lyar turned the smirk of his own cleverness into a happy grin as he looked up from his small superior and let out a booming laugh so no one would bat an eye at their side conversation.
" Well, you can tell me once we're aside, for now, take off, I'll follow."
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Post by Kraft on Feb 23, 2010 7:04:46 GMT -6
Meanwhile, the Assistant Officer of Ariston was speeding along the plains. He was followed by two other soldiers. They beat their horses without mercy and yanked at the reigns. This messsage had to come through. The mail must always come through.
The Assisstant Officer was lightly armoured and the escorte consisted of an older veteran that knew how to fight but had lost stamina over the years. The other one was a younger fellow, very muscular, not so experienced but very religious. The tattoo of the symbol of the Prophet in his neck showed this.
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