Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 4, 2010 20:30:38 GMT -6
Saturos listened to Aidan's plan before chiming in his part. While he had qualms about Aidan going as a monk, he could honestly think of no better disguise for the large shouldered soldier. Besides, it wasn't the first time he'd seen a monk that big. He remembered once during his travels with his old circus pals meeting a monk at least three inches taller than himself with arms as thick as oak branches. The holy man sported a scar across his face an inch thick, and his hands were large enough to fit Saturos's head in their palms. The myrmidon remembered thinking that the monk probably carved out a canyon with his walking stick and rode on a big blue cow, but that was simply a boy's mid going wild.
After Syana described her plan, Saturos could barely hold in a smile. He had picked up a few tricks in his youth, and tended to enjoy the playful nature of some good acting. "But dear," he said with a bit of hammish twinge to his voice, "I have little in the ways of shirts to wear. Don't you think it is a bit odd for a tame, unskilled civilian traveler such as myself to be traveling with his sweetheart without one?"
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Dec 4, 2010 23:32:50 GMT -6
Syana laughed. She was happy Saturos didn't mind playing along. This was going to be fun. "Well we can't have that! A proper man wouldn't be taking a date without a shirt. Hm... Maybe you can borrow one from Aidan? Or you could always wear one of my extra ones. I'm sure it would bring out your curves." She gave him a big wink and giggled again. "Or if we really need to, I could go and steal one. We mercs have to have sticky fingers for some missions, so it shouldn't be too hard. But it's up to you, my love." She smirked again and kept hanging onto his arm. She was really getting into this.
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Saturos Prox
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The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
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Profession: Undercover Operative
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 8, 2010 21:37:24 GMT -6
"Well as curvy as one of your shirts may be, my love," replied Saturos with a chuckle, "it would probably burst into threads if I tried to force it on top of my rippling muscles." The myrmidon looked around, then back to Syana. "I don't think a law abiding citizen such as myself should get into the business of crime, so..." He turned to Aidan. "...Perhaps you could lend me a shirt?"
Saturos continued to let Syana grip his arm. He could get used to having such a pretty woman hanging off of him. Besides, it wasn't like she weighed all that much anyways.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
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Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
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OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Dec 8, 2010 21:51:04 GMT -6
"Ah, of course." Aidan complied, trying to ignore their... ah, 'show'. Syana had a point that if they separated and had different stories, the chances of them all being connected and caught was less likely. However, he couldn't help but get the feeling she only suggested it in the first place so she could play lovey-dove with Saturos. Not that it bothered Aidan any, still it was a bit shameless. He dug through his things for a moment and handed Saturos a clean but otherwise unremarkable shirt. It doesn't really matter what your clothes look like with all this armor atop them anyways. Body-size wise him and Saturos were about the same build, though Lyar dwarfed them both. Then again he'd bet Lyar towered over most people.
Speaking of Lyar... he was being uncharacteristically quiet.
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Lyar
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Post by Lyar on Dec 12, 2010 1:12:49 GMT -6
The reason Lyar was so quiet was because he was trying to think of a disguise. Looking down at himself he realized THAT was a hard task indeed. rubbing his chin, he looked down to his comrades and gave a shrug," I'm good at lying and all but- how do you disguise an eight foot man in armor as anything otherwi-" he paused, and a hand rose above his head, pointing to the sky as an idea struck him like a lightning bolt to an unwary traveler," Alright guys, I'm going to need a cart...and an ox...actually I may not need the ox...just the cart will do."
He smiled proudly to himself, tapping his axe to his shoulder and pointing to a tree-
of course, then realized that in his thinking, Syana had already had the idea he had, and slumped his shoulders over, hanging his low in embarrassment, then promptly got over it in his usual happy-dog way," I still think I should go into town carrying a log-filled cart."
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Dec 13, 2010 8:27:27 GMT -6
He nodded as everyone slowly knitted their stories together, this shouldn't be too hard. As long as they keep a low profile, there's no reason for any alarm to be raised. It wouldn't be hard to pretend to be someone else... Aidan's been doing it for years now.
He sat there and quietly waited for everyone to get their things together. They were to split up before they arrived in the actual village, as it would be kinda weird for such a diverse group to arrive all together all at once. How often would a monk be accompanied by a lumberjack who is escorting a couple? Well there's a couple of reasons Aidan could make up, but it was just safest to split them up. There were to meet up later, and if someone was missing it was a sign that something went wrong somewhere. He hoped that nothing like that happened.
Saturos and Syana were to be the firsts to enter, of all the stories, their's was the most believable and inconspicuous. Then it would be Aidan, Lyar would enter last as he was the most noticeable of all three groups. The goal was to get everyone in without calling any attention that anything 'weird' was going on that day. The job was to blend in, act like they had every right to be in that town. Which, in a way, is just as good as being invisible.
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Dec 14, 2010 21:23:27 GMT -6
Syana, now fulling looking her part besides her budging pack, was walking towards the town arm-in-arm with Saturos. She was going over the list of supplies the two of them were tasked to get in her head as they walked, wanting to make sure they didn't miss anything. As they approached the town, she took a deep breath. Sure, it was easy to act all lovey-dovey before, but that was back safe at camp. This was the real thing and she didn't want to screw it up now. So, some deep breaths to get herself calm now and no worries later. Feeling better, she looked up at Saturos. "So where shall we wander over to first, my darling?"
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Saturos Prox
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I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 16, 2010 22:30:04 GMT -6
The myrmidon, unarmored and for once wearing a shirt, looked down at his shorter, red-headed companion. "Well, I'd say the first stop on our vacation would be the gate," he said jokingly, ushering Syana forward. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, dear."
As the two approached the city gate, Saturos politely nodded to the guards. "Good day gentlemen. I hope your jobs are going swimmingly," he said cheerfully, looking down slightly at Syana. "Our brave soldiers work so hard to keep us safe." One of the guards, a very stern and gruff looking fellow, cracked a slight, awkward smile, like that of a man who has just farted in crowded area, as he let the couple pass through.
Once they were out of hearing range, Saturos, keeping his arm interlocked with that of "his woman", pulled his companion slightly closer. "Well that was about as easy as expected. Let's hope everything else goes as well," he said, looking over his shoulder.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Dec 17, 2010 15:46:34 GMT -6
The large, cloaked man slowly walked towards the gate a while after Saturos and Syana had passed. A small handful of travelers passed through in the meantime, luckily none were particularly suspicious looking or acting. That was good for him, but it wouldn't mean anything if he couldn't keep his cover. This, however, shouldn't pose too much of a challenge.
The man lumbered over to the soldiers, thinking they would not even say a single word. "Halt." One said, shattering all hope of this being quick and easy. A gruff man looked over to his partner and silently nodded his head. "Please remove your hood sir, before we allow you to pass." He sounded unenthusiastic, like the only reason he was even bothering was because he knew he would get in trouble if he didn't.
"Greetings." Aidan simply stated and bowed deeply, his cloak shifting with his mass. "I am Brother Alistine of the church of Saint Elmine in Bern." He introduced his self in a most humble manner. "As such, I'm afraid I cannot comply."
"What? Why not? You're not getting in until we see your face." The soldier rebutted, sounding slightly shocked at first that anyone would even bother refusing, but firm in his decision.
"Ah, 'e's one o those religious types 'e is." The other soldier had said, his accent making him obviously of a different descent then the other guard.
"Yes sire. I am returning from my pilgrimage to Etruria. I cannot remove my cloak." Aidan replied.
"Well what does that have to do with anything?" The guard sounded confused.
"Ah, you know those religious types." The other guard added.
"It is Bernese tradition sire." Aidan recited on cue. "One must shield his self from the world as they return home from a pilgrimage. 'lest they lose their virtue and insight gained on such a trip." There wasn't such a tradition. Or rather the tradition was one that was so outdated no one observed it any longer.
"I..." The gruff guard began. He was obviously an Ilian, Aidan could tell almost instantly. As such he wouldn't really know if this 'tradition' was real or a lie. The other guard on the other hand... he just had to hope he wasn't well knowledge in this sort of thing.
"Oh yea' I 'eard of that." The other guard said, catching Aidan completely off guard. "Yea yea, it's some sorta thing. If 'e take off 'is robe 'is entire pilgrimage dint matter."
"Oh..." The first man said. "Well... I suppose I can let you pass Brother."
"Thank you sire." Aidan bowed deeply once more. "May Elmine's favor be always upon you." He finished and walked by. That had... gone differently then he had assumed it would. He hoped it wouldn't cause problems for Lyar... Aidan looked over his shoulder at the guards again.. to see the second guard looking back at him. Aidan quickly turned his head, but not before seeing the man wink at him.
Damn.
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Lyar
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Post by Lyar on Dec 20, 2010 0:20:20 GMT -6
Lyar's disquise...
...while it SEEMED like it would be simple one to do, the means of doing so...not as much.
Lyar had waited around the side of the road, resting against a chunk of a small tree he had chopped down earlier on, waiting for two reasons: One was to give enough time for his fellows to get into the town, and the second...
Oh, here comes that opportunity now! a man was leading a cart being pulled by a mule down the dusty trail. The cart was empty (the man must have made a a good deal of money in the town), and this was why Lyar was waiting for so long. stepping out infront of the man, towering over in his armor and axe resting on his shoulder: He obviously didn't look like some sort of highway bandit...but was naturally even more so intimidating.
Pointing a giant's thumb forward, he proceeded to clear his throat before the nervous merchant, before speaking in a most unfitting way (AKA his normal way)," excuse me my entrepreneurial friend, but how would you like to make some more profit?" The merchant raised an eyebrow, then shook his head and made to go around the giant," I'm sorry, but I have nothing to sel-" he was stopped as a large armored bear paw of a hand was held in his face," Your Cart. I would like to buy it. Just the cart though, I don't need the mule."
Why would someone want to buy just the- "Oh this is foolish, you're wasting my time!" the man, angered, tried to make his way around again, but had his arm grabbed, and subsequently squeezed," Look my good sir of the merchant's guild: I need your cart. Now you can either sell it to me..." he lowered the axe from his shoulder, and then rested the heavy weapon on the man's," Or I can take it."
An exchange of currency later and the additional purchase of the blanket inside the cart, Lyar stuffed his armor underneath said blanket, along with one of his axes, took the slabs of lumber and put them in, and thus the giant,wearing the commoner's tunic he always wore, strode casually down the trail for the meeting grounds, whistling a jaunty sea tune: sure it didn't fit the character, but who in this place would have ever been out to see with Privateers, hm?
He met no trouble with the guards at the gate, mostly because the fact that the jolly "lumberjack" with the big axe didn't seem the suspicious type (How many people are that dedicated in their disguises anyways?) and from there, Lyar-
Wait- where were they meeting again?
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Dec 20, 2010 22:12:08 GMT -6
Aidan quietly slunk around the town, not saying nor doing much. He bought simple things, grains to eat, vegetables. Simple foods that didn't look out of place for a brother to buy, he also nabbed a new pair of shoes. The only pair he had was some silly dress shoes, which were uncomfortable to an annoying degree. Nobles knew nothing of comfort, and like the pampered soldier he was raised as, he'd become quite addicted to 'function over form' when it came to clothing. When you spend a large part of your life in heavy armor, it helps to be wearing something comfortable the rest of the time.
He felt so light right now, with that heavy plate mail off, like he could run three times as far, as ridiculous as it sounds. He also felt naked, despite being heavily clothed. He just didn't feel like his self, like he dropped a addition layer of skin he didn't know he had. He could actually feel the cool breeze and wind through the fabric of his clothing, though it did quite well to protect him from it. He could never get over this feeling, even if he felt it for years. When he put his armor back on for the first time... it felt like he picked up his life right where he left it. As if that time in between didn't even happen, and he was supposed to return home to report for duty...
In a way that was exactly what he was doing. With a bag in hand he walked away from the tailor after already have visited the produce stand and baker. A small grin was on his lips, though a mask hid it. Hopefully nothing would go wrong. Aw hell, why did he think that?
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Dec 20, 2010 23:35:23 GMT -6
Syana nodded to Saturos and whispered back, "I hope the other two get in as easy as we did... If something happens I don't think we'll be prepared in time..." Shaking off some doubt, she smiled again. "Well, we have some shopping to do, do we not? Let's get on it!" Still beaming, she tugged on Saturos' arm as she headed to the nearest shop. She only bought a few things inside; some food, another outfit in case they needed to go undercover again, and a shirt for Saturos. Because what grown man doesn't own a shirt!? She resisted the urge to buy a new sword, boots, or gloves. A woman such as her disguise would have no need for them, and her equipment now was just fine. "Anything else you need, dear?"
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Saturos Prox
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I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
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Profession: Undercover Operative
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 21, 2010 15:14:01 GMT -6
Saturos, trying on his new shirt, smiled at Syana. "No, dear, I think this will do just smashingly," he said hammishly. "Your new outfit is perfect and my new shirt is, surprisingly airy and comfortable." You see, Saturos didn't just not wear a shirt because he was fond of showing off his impeccably chiseled chest. No, Saturos didn't wear a shirt because he felt they were imprisoning. He felt stifled in shirts; restricted. This shirt that Syana had picked out for him, though, was perfect. It was as if he wasn't wearing a shirt at all. That was the best kind of shirt.
"Now, what say we go find our companions?" said the myrmidon, looking to his right. He spotted a tall, brown robed monk, who was quite obviously not a monk. "I believe Aidan is right over there. Come on."
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Post by Judah on Dec 21, 2010 22:20:19 GMT -6
A stranger, dressed in a dark yet lordly set of tunic, pants, and cloak approached the town's gates, striding confidently forward to the guards. He was accompanied by four armored spearmen in Illian armor, marching along beside him. Once he reached the gates, he turned, and spoke to his escort. "This is far enough. Rejoin your garrison, and be on guard from the Bernese rabble." With an only slightly clumsy salute, the foursome moved off, leaving the town, and heading back the way they had come.
The guardsmen at the gate looked on, watching this newcomer warily. As Judah stepped up, they stopped him. "Hold if you please, Sir. What is your business here?"
The darkly dressed man was put to pause by this, but only for a moment. He turned his head towards the men, as if taking notice of something far beneath him.
"I am your superior." He fixed them with a no-nonsense glare, as he quickly drew out a piece of parchment. "You see this letter, and this seal on the letter? I am Conrad Vixor, and this parchment says that I have full access to the grounds here, and that thick-headed snowbrains like yourself have to follow my orders. Now step aside, and let me pass!"
The Illian guard bridled at the insult, but the other couldn't seem to make up his mind about whether to feel offended, amused, or worried. The seal had been authentic, they'd seen that much, and they'd been expecting someone to come for the last few days. Some of the bureaucrats had decided that an official had to be sent out from time to time, to check the security of the town. Now happened to be the appointed time. This time, it seemed like they'd been sent a foreigner to do the job, and an arrogant, impatient one at that.
"One thing, before we let you pass, Master Vixor. Please tells us why you were hired, and what you're here for. We'd like to know that we aren't letting anyone into the city who shouldn't be here."
Judah, or "Conrad", made himself appear very impatient, but complied. "I, Conrad, was contracted to travel through Bern, tour the city defenses and protocols, and make improvements where I can. I've also been given a letter bearing the Illian Seal, showing that I'm to be given full cooperation, in all matters pertaining to my duties. Now stand aside, or you'll find your days busy with shoveling stalls, and cleaning refuse."
The men allowed him to pass then, and the first part of Judah's ruse had been pulled off. In fact, he was none of those things he'd mentioned above. Conrad Vixor had truly been a security advisor of some sort, on his way through a mountainous pass. It had only taken a quick, unfortunate fluke, some strange lightflash in the mountains, to cause his carraige to veer off course, and shatter into the drop off. From there, it had been relatively easy to obtain the documents the man had held. The escort of spearmen, had been a small grouping of rebels who had been paid out of Judah's own pocket to play the part, along with the enticing offer of more supplies, and armor, and weapons to come. In fact, they'd been part of a larger group, who was even now, laying in wait for the rescue operation which the dark-haired acolyte would be sending their way.
Judah wandered through town, until he eventually found a likely spot, a tavern. Inside, he found several Illian, and Bernese soldiers. They're day was about to be permanently ruined, but they didn't know that yet.
"Soldiers! Attention!" He shouted, his voice taking a moment to be heard over the crowd. Once he finally did have their attention, he went on, fixing his glare on them all.
"I am Conrad Vixor, and I've been sent here to inspect the city's security. I am not impressed. On my way here, on the North Path, I passed a carriage, which some miscreant has caused to roll off the path. How could you let that happen, when you are responsible for these people's safety!? Get out there, and go help them."
The soldiers grumbled a bit, but left to help. That was th important part. Everything these servants of Ilia took with then would soon belong to a local group of rebels, and the soldiers themselves would likely never return to aid the Illian occupation. A job well done, and he was glad it was over. He'd not much cared for all the shouting his role had demanded this time. Now he just had to exit the town without causing a scene.
The black robed man kept his act up, but now all he really cared about was leaving. He walked out, into the street, shaking his head at the pathetic churchbound monk he saw, even if this one was rather large. He didn't need the church to support his practice of light magic. He had himself, his strength, and his cunning. What else could he need?
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Lyar
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Post by Lyar on Dec 21, 2010 22:26:17 GMT -6
Setting down his cart, the jolly blue haired giant ran a hand beneath his chin. Let's see: he got the wood, brought it to the town...now what? would he just stand there and wait for people to buy it? What does a Lumberjack do after wards? Well, the first order of business was stocking up on the supplies they would need, but first....
TO THE BLACKSMITH!
Grasping the handles of the cart again, the lumbering axeman made way for the chimney-ed building which he could only assume to be the smithy: unless the smoke billowing out and the hammering of steel dictated otherwise. Setting the cart outside, he moved around to it's side, where he grabbed as many chunks of wood as he could in one arm, and shuffled inside, where he saw a shirtless man working pounding away on horseshoes. Looking up, the man proceeded to look the giant man up and...up...and then down.
" Hello there good sir, I was per chance wondering if you'd like some free wood for that there furnace?" he pointed to the aforementioned device, as the smith raised an eyebrow. Before the man could say anything, Lyar moved around the man and his anvil, and dropped the wood onto a dwindling pile and moved back to the man," Let's not ask questions, my good sir."
With this Lyar left the confused smithy, only to return later with the rest of the wood from the cart...and then left officially. Suspicious? Yes. Was the smithy about to say anything?
Well...Hopefully not. Peering over people walking about their schedules, the giant was looking for a certain monk and certain newly wed couple...of course, there weren't many of the first, but in the crowd looking for an individual person was difficult...and asking around certainly wouldn't be keeping incognito, so Lyar did the next best thing to finding someone: Let them find him...
...and let's face it: How hard is it to find a giant guy with an axe next to a cart? Obviously, he'd completely forgotten about supplies.
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