Cebrail
Soldier
There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.
Posts: 64
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Post by Cebrail on Jul 29, 2010 16:25:56 GMT -6
OoC: Yeah, Sacaens are looked down upon despite their honorable nature.
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Balthier had left with Marquess Santaruz. The soldiers had stayed to escort the Ostian company out of the city. Though weak himself, Cebrail lifted Mana to her feet. Slowly, the group left then inn and went outside into the night. Santaruz was not the help they were hoping for.
Cebrail could see Balthier walking with an armed escort and the Marquess to the castle. Whatever deal he had made, they owed him their lives. Cebrail whispered into Mana's ear.
"We have to help him." He looked around to make sure the Marquess' guards weren't listening. "I'm going to sneak back in before sunrise." Cebrail slowed down and dropped back to speak to Reylan.
"Balthier needs our help. We owe him that much. Tell the men to feign our departure and move up the road, out of sight. We'll sneak in and rescue Balthier." He hoped that his friends would understand. Their lives no longer belonged to them. It belonged to the man walking to his doom. They would earn back what he had given them.
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Post by reylan on Jul 29, 2010 18:08:50 GMT -6
OoC: Wow... I'm actually falling behind... I should get on more often... Cebrail: Oops. xD I didn't see your post...
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Reylan ignored the rest of the thieves and charged down the stairs. Before Reylan could get there, however, he was seized by two Santaruzan soldiers, his lance falling to the floor. The young cavalier squirmed angrily. Damn it! Were we perhaps betrayed?
"Quit moving, boy, you're defenseless," Reylan heard one of the soldiers say. "Move one more inch and you're as good as dead." One of the soldiers then noticed Reylan's lance on the floor. "What a pathetic excuse for a lance... and you call yourself a fighter?"
With a heavy grunt, the two soldiers threw Reylan onto the cold stone floor, pinning him down. He knew that assaulting the soldiers using physical attacks would be pointless. With a sigh, he came to the realization that he had been defeated for the first time in his life. And so ends my journey... I'm utterly useless at this point... curse these soldiers... As soon as Reylan finished his thought, his mental strength suddenly fused with his physical strength. With all his might, he pushed himself off the floor and launched a kick at the first soldier, which struck him squarely in the face, knocking him out. As the seconds flowed by effortlessly, Reylan charged towards the nearby staircase. Grabbing his lance from the floor, Reylan gave a quick lunge at the other soldier. To his surprise, the lance splintered the soldier's armor, wounding him.
"He's escaping! Follow.. urgh... him!" The wounded soldier attempted to crawl up the steep staircase, but his wound merely became worse. Screaming, he passed out halfway up the staircase.
Reylan stormed out of the basement, away from the unconscious soldiers. He found Cebrail at the top of the stairs. He was about to inform Cebrail of his encounter, but Cebrail interrupted him with dire news. Reylan listened intently to his plan, then gave a reassuring nod. "I trust Balthier with all my might, believe it or not. My armor is still missing, but I can retrieve it later on."
Reylan went over Cebrail's plan with the men taking shelter outside the inn. Each of them gave a few opinionated responses, then he cued them to leave. As the soldiers began phase one of the plan, Reylan returned to Cebrail to hear the details on the next phase. "Do you know the location where Balthier is being held?" he asked eagerly. If Reylan knew the location of Balthier's whereabouts, he could possibly add on to Cebrail's original strategy.
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Balthier
The "Before" years
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Everything you think you are that puts you above others is a lie.
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Post by Balthier on Jul 29, 2010 18:34:50 GMT -6
OoC: Meanwhile, somewhere completely different...
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The Marquess politely showed Balthier to a table alone in a room, where the guard stood outside the door. Balthier purposefully and rudely stepped in first, then jokingly allowing the Marquess to pass. The Marquess simply glared at him.
"Balthier. Tell me, why in the first place did you ever think I would use Santaruz to aid such a feverish war effort?" The Marquess was serious and concerned.
Balthier relaxed back in the chair, laughing. "I assumed you were still a man of honor, and a man I once stood in battle with. Now that I see that he is dead forever, I wish I had never asked for aid." Balthier started, glancing around the room. "I came here because I met a camp in the forest during a night's trot. As it would seem, they were attacked by Night Crawlers, and I had to lend a hand. Do you know where this camp was?" Balthier glared at the Marquess.
The Marquess, however, laughed and sat forward. "No, please enlighten me."
"It was outside the walls of old Ostia." Balthier said, staring him in the eye.
The Marquess sat back, bringing a hand to his chin. "I see, I see. Brave men, they are, unlike you."
Balthier ignored the insult. "For Lycia, you choose not to aid them? Why? Neutral is a load of crap, Ondore, and you know that best of all people. It's for cowards who don't choose sides because they simply aren't strong enough to get involved. I know my home used to be so. And yet, you fail to aid us."
The Marquess angrilly stood up, pounding a fist on the table. "You will not address me so informally, Balthier! I am the Marquess of Santaruz, and will be treated as such!" He sat back down, keeping a hand on the hilt of his blade.
Balthier simply laughed at him. "You deserve no such formalities, you slimed trash. You're nothing like you used to be. All these titles are going to your head." Balthier calmly stood up, and went to the door where he saw the guard. "As for my tome, I expect it back." He turned to the Marquess. "But for now, there isn't much I can do." He frowned, looking at the floor.
"You're right, and you've made a fool's mistake surrendering to me. Tomorrow, I will have you hung at the gallows for injustice, treason against Santaruz, and disrespect to the Marquess. You will await your execution in the cells, below this floor. The Guard will escort you to them. Now, begone." The Marquess raised a hand.
"So be it, my old friend." Balthier was calm as ever, and winked jokingly at the Marquess as the guard escorted him to the cells below.
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Post by Mana on Jul 29, 2010 23:44:20 GMT -6
The group forced to leave the inn, but they was saved because Balthier DID something, she didn't know what he had done though. But she got a feeling if Balthier made some kind of deal with the Marquess. Mana and Cebrail left the inn with the soldiers, Reylan joined with them outside.
Cebrail had a plan to save Balthier, Mana nodded and agreed to his words. She just met him today and she didn't know his name either, but Balthier sacrificed himself for them, that was enough for a reason why she should help him. She bet the Marquees wouldn't expect a sudden visit.
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Cebrail
Soldier
There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.
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Post by Cebrail on Jul 30, 2010 0:38:18 GMT -6
The group had been kicked out of Santaruz and where left standing outside the gates. The Ostian caravan proceeded up the road slowly, wary of an attack by the Marquess' men. Cebrail grabbed ahold of Reylan and Mana and pulled them into the bushes. He crouched down and whispered to them.
"We have to get in somehow. We obviously won't be able to walk back through the gate. Is there another entrance somewhere?" He hoped there would be a postern gate somewhere along the wall. Unfortunately, they were meant to be hidden from outsiders and their chances of finding it were slim to none.
"We could make our way to the other side and enter through that gate. Hopefully none of the guards there wouldn't have been involved in the little scuffle we were just in and would let us through. What do you two think?"
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Bridget
The "Before" years
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My eyes are up here. Look up here!
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Post by Bridget on Jul 30, 2010 7:39:55 GMT -6
[Continued from Crypt]
After days of travel, Bridget was finally nearing her newest destination. During her trek from Ostia to Santaruz, she had heard various rumors and 'facts', most negative, but as always she took them with a grain of salt. It didn't matter who was in charge of Santaruz as long as they knew something about her father.
When she approached the gate, the young thief saw it open, with a group of people thrown out. It was dark, but she definitely saw that it was happening. Curious, she moved closer to the group. They probably didn't notice her approaching, as they were talking about something- no, someone.
"We have to get in somehow. We obviously won't be able to walk back through the gate. Is there another entrance somewhere?"
Bridget's ears piqued up. Interesting, she thought. Bridget continued to approach the group.
"We could make our way to the other side and enter through that gate. Hopefully none of the guards there wouldn't have been involved in the little scuffle we were just in and would let us through. What do you two think?"
Bridget now stood just behind the group. "You seem to be in a spot of trouble. My assistance is unsolicited, but I would be glad to offer it to a group of people such as yourselves." she said, rather loudly.
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Post by Mana on Jul 30, 2010 8:34:37 GMT -6
Mana turned and found a woman standing behind them. She had never seen her before, her hand grabbed her sword hilt. "Who are you? And why are you here?" She stood up and prepared for a battle, she just couldn't trust anyone easily after what happened today.
"She says she will help us. But I can't trust her."
OoC : Sorry it's short
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Cebrail
Soldier
There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.
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Post by Cebrail on Jul 30, 2010 10:48:35 GMT -6
"Mana, calm down. Miss.. May I ask your name?" Cebrail's eyes slowly drifted downward. Quickly, he shook his head, remembering his manners. It was strange how the group hadn't noticed her. Very sneaky...I wonder what she does... Cebrail held out his hand and hoped she was trustworthy. He stood up and looked around, the soldiers were still moving up the road, the gates were closed.
"Whatever you can do, you're assistance would be helpful."
OoC: Also short XD
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Bridget
The "Before" years
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My eyes are up here. Look up here!
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Post by Bridget on Jul 30, 2010 11:15:39 GMT -6
"My name is Bridget." Bridget replied. She accepted the gesture and shook the man's hand. "As for what I can do, well, it all depends on what you want me to do. But stealth is what I excel at, as you know." she said. Bridget cocked her hip and looked at the people. "You seem like a nice group of youngsters, so I won't pry into your business. Just give me a job and some payment, and my expertise is yours."
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Cebrail
Soldier
There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.
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Post by Cebrail on Jul 30, 2010 13:57:11 GMT -6
"I'm Cebrail, this charming young lady is Mana and this is Reylan." He laughed, this woman was calling him young. He thought about how much gold he had, not very much. "Let me and my friends here discuss your proposal and we'll see what we can come up with." He turned away from Bridget and huddle with Reylan and Mana.
"I don't trust her too much. She's working for money, how much can we pull together? If anything, I doubt we can do anything tonight. We could wait till morning and get him out then." He looked back at Bridget and looked her up and down. "If we can get enough money, we can break him out or wait till morning and make a plan then. Agreed?"
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Post by reylan on Jul 30, 2010 14:05:47 GMT -6
Reylan followed closely behind Cebrail. A young woman had joined their company. She was rather beautiful, but Reylan ignored that quality, since this was no time for pleasantaries. He introduced himself, his eyes meeting hers.
"My name is Reylan, Cavalier of Ostia. We're currently in quite a dire situation right now. If you could assist us, we'd be grateful. As for payment, our money is rather scarce, but if you could help us now, I can assure you that you'll be rewarded in time."
Reylan gestured for a handshake, then returned to Cebrail's side. The young woman explained that her name was Bridget and that she had come from Ostia. I suppose she'll have to be trusted for now, he thought warily. Turning to Bridget, he spoke.
"Bridget. From the way you're dressed, I'm assuming you're a thief. If you have a lockpick, perhaps you could find another entrance and unlock it for us. As I mentioned earlier, we'll pay you once we have sufficient funds. Sound like a fair deal?"
Reylan turned to Cebrail and Mana. "Once we get inside, we'll have to sneak past the guards somehow. I have a plan, but it's risky."
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jul 30, 2010 14:18:26 GMT -6
Selibas couldnt beleive how lost he was.
He walked up to a passing cavalry men and asked where he was. "That would be Santaruz." Santaruz! He'd never make it to The desert at this point. He walked towards to try and see if he get get some provisions.
" ... I have a plan but it's risky." He heard a voice form the bushes. Selibas' Mercenary intuition spoke up.
He stepped around the bush saying "I'm Selibas i can help if you need more manpo..." He had not inticapated women so he simply drew his sword and pointed at the gates> Hoping he could help. He sadly knew he hadn't claimed for a price and he wouldnt recieve gold but if they could teach him the blade he'd be willing to pay.
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Post by reylan on Jul 30, 2010 14:27:36 GMT -6
Reylan was about to fill Cebrail and the others in on his plan when a boy suddenly emerged from the nearby bushes. He nervously explained that his name was Selibas and that he was an inexperienced sword fighter. The boy seemed strong for his age, but Reylan had to assume that was the case, since he never finished his sentence. Reylan turned to the frightened boy, calmly whispering in his ear.
"Relax. We're not vile people. We're currently discussing something confidential, but since you're armed, I'll allow to you listen if you're interested. You seem too young to be a ruffian, so you have my trust. My name is Reylan, and I'm a Cavalier from Ostia. Pleasure to meet you, Selibas."
He extended his hand in greeting, then returned to the group, Selibas following behind him. "Selibas, why don't you introduce yourself once again?"
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jul 30, 2010 14:35:30 GMT -6
Selibas bowed his head and stammered out" My name is Selibas im a mercenary but i dont want gold I just want to be taught with the sword. I might be short but I'm strong." He smiled at Reylan thanking him.
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Cebrail
Soldier
There is no flag large enough to cover the shame of killing innocent people.
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Post by Cebrail on Jul 30, 2010 14:36:58 GMT -6
Selibas....someone to help them. Young, inexperienced. Cebrail wasn't exactly over the hill, but he certainly wasn't getting any younger. Either way, the group could help him as much as he could help them. "Selibas, listen up. We're trying to help a friend. In an unorthodox manner... if that isn't your cup of tea, you can wait with the rest of the men up the road. Otherwise, welcome."
"We don't even know what they're going to do to Balthier. If we wait till morning, we can get some rest and make a better decision." Cebrail looked back at Bridget and made a decision.
"We'll pay you afterward. For now, can you get into the Marquess' castle and find out what they're going to do to a man named Balthier." Whether they could trust her or not, if she could help them, so be it. "For now, we'll get some rest." He sat down and leaned back onto the tree. It was getting late and they hadn't rested since they left the ruins of Ostia.
Whatever Balthier was going through, wherever he was, Cebrail hoped that he was alright. At least, until morning.
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