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Post by Jade Priyellis on Dec 23, 2010 20:21:27 GMT -6
"You're from Etruria? I thought that dress style looked slightly familiar. So, its a mix between Etrurian and Lycian dress styles right?"
Jade was getting slightly happier today. Within one day, he had met so many people who were either from Etruria or had some relation with his parents. It made him feel at home again. With all that had happened today, Jade made himself slightly more civil so that he wouldn't be kicked right out of the group too early.
"Well, I'm from Etruria as well, Roland."
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Zerachiel
Assassin
To many you will simply be another fool of a bloody king, but to me you shall always be a friend.
Posts: 99
Profession: Etrurian Assassin
Affiliation: Etrurian Inquisition
Affinity: Light
Profile: Zerachiel
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Zerachiel on Dec 23, 2010 20:36:41 GMT -6
"Yes, though I doubt you'd know of me. I've heard of you though. Lord Jade Reglay, correct?" He finished the introduction for the boy. "You're the son of the Mage General. Another Etrurian noble I see." He smiled easily. He brushed off some imaginary dust off his shirt. "I take pride in my clothing, so I'll take that as a compliment." He added with a semi-amused nod.
"I'm a bit surprised to see you here sir." He sirred the boy, as it would be otherwise rude to refer to in such a casual way. He wasn't like Rayl, he was a blueblood. They tended to take offense over the sillies things at times. "It's good to see we aren't all the fanged demons the rest of the worlds things of us." He added with a laugh.
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Grayson
Nomad
[M:25]
Now isn't this amusing?
Posts: 105
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Post by Grayson on Dec 23, 2010 23:26:04 GMT -6
In Grayson's search for the wyvern, he noticed Rayl and a woman he slightly recognized from when he first entered the estate on the ranch grounds. Rayl seemed busy, plus Grayson had already been informed on the subject he wanted to ask him about. He decided to leave the knight alone and moved on. Spying Jade and the lavish swordsman from earlier, he noticed a single purple hair fall in front of his eye. Grayson suddenly panicked and spun around looking for something reflective enough to use as a mirror.
No! All that commotion has shook loose some of my hair! he urgently thought to himself as he spied a newly polished shield set on the wall of a stable next to a heavily armored knight and an archer having a conversation. He rushed to the shield, producing a comb and a container labeled 'Pomade' from his left pouch. Kneeling down in front of the shield, startling the two having a friendly chat, he swiped a finger across the top of the substance inside of the container, applied it to the stray hairs, and combed them back into place. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as Grayson stood and placed a hand on the knight's shoulder while returning his hair products to their pouch.
"Thank you, kind sir. Your bulwark saved my hair this day!" Before the soldier could respond, Grayson had left to resume his search.
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Dec 25, 2010 16:59:32 GMT -6
Guinevere smiled slightly as the two newcomers moved away from Rayl and started their own conversation. "Please, don't feel the need to leave on my account." She gave Rayl a little smile. "And sorry to but in, did I hear that correctly? You're both from Etruria? I am as well." It had been a long time she had met other people from Etruria, other thans those from the army. She was slightly nervous about it, as she still wasn't completely sure how others around them would feel about so many Etrurians around, but she'd have to deal with it. She gave them both a nervous smile. "I'm Lady Guinevere de Altberg. I doubt you'd know my name, but there a chance you've heard of our family bakery. Before I left, the De Altberg Bakery was the largest in the captial! Though it's been some while since I was there..."
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Zerachiel
Assassin
To many you will simply be another fool of a bloody king, but to me you shall always be a friend.
Posts: 99
Profession: Etrurian Assassin
Affiliation: Etrurian Inquisition
Affinity: Light
Profile: Zerachiel
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Zerachiel on Dec 26, 2010 17:47:40 GMT -6
Roland saw the woman Rayl was off to meet a moment ago again, only this time up close and talking to him. He smiled at her and gave a hearty laugh. "Ah, yes, De Altberg. I used to buy bread there, absolutely the best in all Etruria. To be honest, I'm missing their world famous scones right about now. Haven't found anything even close." He went down to one knee and bowed his head. "It is an honor, milady." He was tempted to grab her hand and kiss it, in proper formal greeting fashion, but he had more then a doubt someone would object. Be it Rayl, or more likely her. A rich and pretty like her was probably hit on often, flirting wouldn't be the soundest choice of action.
"I was wondering where I saw your face before, to be honest. I never forget a face, especially one like yours. I'm Roland Hawkthorne. A soldier like you, I think I saw you on the battlefield though I doubt you ever noticed me." He hastily lied. That reminded him, he needed to contact that green haired mage later to reaffirm his new story. It wasn't that much of a lie, really, he really USED to be a soldier. Five years ago to be exact, he quit the first sign of Kraft's rise to power. It was a pity too, he was on the fast track to being lieutenant. "I've since shed my armor, I find it too confining."
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Post by Jade Priyellis on Dec 26, 2010 18:16:30 GMT -6
"The de Altberg bakery? I believe we used to get our supplies of baked products from there. Well met, Lady Guinevere. I'm Jade."
Here was another person from Etruria, who was most likely also a noble like himself. Jade felt the need to show a bit of respect to the woman. So... Within this army itself was many people from Etruria, but in addition to that, there was also a liar in their midst.
Jade looked at Roland with a bored expression and whispered softly so that only the two of them could hear, "So, you've been a soldier in the army for quite some time even though you just waltzed in today?"
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Zerachiel
Assassin
To many you will simply be another fool of a bloody king, but to me you shall always be a friend.
Posts: 99
Profession: Etrurian Assassin
Affiliation: Etrurian Inquisition
Affinity: Light
Profile: Zerachiel
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Zerachiel on Dec 26, 2010 18:35:01 GMT -6
"Yup. Pretty sharp there milord." Roland grinned as the kid addressed him. The kid was trying to single-out his story as bullcrap. Not at all surprising, since he vaguely remembered the kid being there when he arrived. However, it'd take a lot sharper tack to pin Roland down. Especially since he never really lied in the first place. "I got lost a while ago. Around after the battle." Was there a battle? Considering they were a group of Etrurian soldiers far from Etruria, and under the command of a Lycian man of whom was a wanted heretic... he'd bank on yes. Yes there was a battle, or at least some massive defection. "After the battle I found myself separated from my unit, probably because of the chaos at the time. I heard rumors of a train of men in Lycia, and decided to travel here. Being a merc to pay my way until I found them."
He shook his head a with a sigh. "Lo and behold I found them anyways, must be fate. That or just really good luck. All things considered I should be on the receiving end of some bandit's axe right about now. You can't believe how relieved I was to see Rayl." He chuckled with a grin. "I pawned my armor along the way, all I had left was my dress clothes." He held out his jacket and looked down on it. "I look spiffy atleast."
He turned his head to Jade. "So what are you doing here milord? Not often do you see a nobleman traveling with the army." He turned and smiled at Guinevere. "Present company excluded, but of course."
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Dec 26, 2010 19:48:39 GMT -6
Eventually, after riding up the road a ways, and waiting, Aaron had grown... impatient? Well, not impatient. He rarely felt urgency to go anywhere anymore. It was closer to curiosity as to what was keeping everyone. Basically, he just decided he wanted to head back. And so he did, riding Fable back up the road he'd just traveled.
There, he saw Jade, Roland, and the young lady who always had seemed to be near Rayl. He managed to catch the tail end of Roland's words, and thought it a bit odd that a soldier would sell his armor, the thing which kept him safe. Actually, now that I consider, it's probably not that odd for someone trying to hide to his nationality.... And if he finds it too confining, then, well., yeah he'd let it go pretty quick I guess.
"Don't forget Gabriel." Aaron said to the group. "He's a young lord himself, though he's set that aside until he's corrected the problem of this Prophet figure."
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Post by Gabriel on Dec 26, 2010 20:40:11 GMT -6
Gabriel had been waiting by the ranch's entrance for the supplies to arrive from the city. It wasn't a long trip, but they should take food and water for a week for roughly 10-15 persons. Like Rayl he had thought that the more they took with them the more suspicion they'd rise. So they would settle with a healthy group of 10-15 mercenaries coming from Lycia in search of work.
Three soldiers arrived with horses fully loaded about fifteen minutes later than expected. They had run into some trouble when getting the horses to carry the supplies. Either way, preparations were done. Now all they had to do was decide who was to come.
Everyone seemed scattered around. How was he to get their attention...? That's when he remembered an old trick they had taught him while in magic school. BANG! A fireball made it's way through the sky, exploding like fireworks in the sky. It was supposed to be used as a call for help, but it would have to do for this. Hopefully they would all gather around. Gabriel simply stood there waiting, Starlight by his side.
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Grayson
Nomad
[M:25]
Now isn't this amusing?
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Post by Grayson on Dec 26, 2010 21:35:19 GMT -6
Grayson's fruitless search for the wyvern began to annoy him. Where had that magnificent beast gone to? After a disappointing few minutes of looking for it, (Really, how difficult can it be to locate a giant winged reptile?) he gave up. Grayson figured it was probably on the roof or something.
Suddenly, a large ball of flame lit up the sky. It looked like it came from the gate and, though Grayson didn't really care who made it, he made his way to the gates anyway. He figured that he might as well try to find something that was interesting.
Upon arriving at the gate, he saw the rust-haired man again and a few horses and soldiers. Cocking his hip to one side he asked almost in annoyance, "So what was that show about, kind sir?"
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Post by Jade Priyellis on Dec 26, 2010 23:25:31 GMT -6
"Sharp, mister", Jade said aloud, just as a large fireball swept through the air. Remembering what he had read in the library, he deduced that the fireball might probably be a cry for help or a signal to gather.
"Well, we'd better see who needs help!", Jade spoke just as he started running towards the source of the spell by following the trail of magic energy left behind.
Reaching the scene, he saw Gabriel, a horse behind him, as well as Grayson. Jade went forwards, looking slightly sheepish, and asking, "So... I presume no one needs any help right..?"
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Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Dec 27, 2010 12:54:42 GMT -6
Gwen jumped slightly as the fireball went off but recovered herself quickly. With a nod, she hurried off after Jade, assuming Rayl and Roland would follow. She went for her lance, but as they got closer she saw it wouldn't be needed. Slowly down, she chuckled softly to herself. It was a nice trick; they had used it several times back in the army to get them ready in a hurry or to break up fights. And they work well, as everyone from their group seemed to be hurrying over. This mage had style, no doubt about it. And if she remembered correctly, he was also from Etruria. Very interesting indeed.
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Post by Mernatel Cinderfelt on Dec 27, 2010 21:49:56 GMT -6
Mernatel had spaced out. He hadn't realized that he was pulling downward on his lance until there was a large sound and Mernatel lifted his arms and the bending slim lance seemed to bounce. Mernatel didn't know what to but the sound came from somewgere near Sir Gabriel.
Mernatel walked over and stood t attention putting his helmet nder his arm. Official business. Were they going to Bern soon?
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Post by Rayl Torien on Dec 28, 2010 2:06:31 GMT -6
Rayl had moved off into town to make any last minute preparations when the fireball was shot off and into the air. Seeing as there was hardly anything to worry about on the estate grounds, he could only assume that Either Gabriel was signaling for them to gather...or Winsett went back on their deal and was lighting the estate on fire.
The Paladin went with the former. Mounting up, he arrived to the young mage after the others had arrived, and began counting heads to see how many there were around...many had gathered at the signal, which was both good and bad. They'd need only about ten to twenty ( at most) with them, and most of his men were in Uniform, so...
"Sir Gabriel. Sir Cinderfelt. Sir Reglay." the paladin begun pointing to each person respectfully. He was counting aloud honestly, and was also picking out the people who weren't in The Golden Lance uniform: they'd be able to travel with less suspicion through Lycia and Bern: there were, without a doubt, spies about.
"Sir Winsett. Sir Hawkthorne. Sir Pintel." he continued on a bit, but there was something that was...bugging him about this mission, he wasn't sure what.
"Sir Figaro, and....Lady Guinevere." there was a slight bit of hidden guilt when he said that: as the aforementioned maiden had never told him her last name...come to think of it she never did talk in detail about herself...
With this, he gave a nod to himself: "You all have the best chance to get into Bern undercover. I'll follow with you with two of my men to speak to the Ilian Emissaries, while the rest of you try to find out more information about these rebel troops...unless you have another idea of course, Sir Gabriel: this is your mission after all."
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Dec 28, 2010 11:08:01 GMT -6
Aaron had ridden up shortly before Sir Rayl had, and sat, waiting, on Fable's back. As he watched everyone gathering, he absently fiddled with his reins. Fable was turning out to be an excellent steed, despite having a little problem with massive explosions.
Once Rayl picked out the eight members, of the gathered group, Aaron urged Fable forward a few steps. "I'll be able travel without too much suspicion. I've always wanted to follow in the footsteps of my Grandfather, and travel the nations as a... geographer of sorts. I figure that a wandering storyteller would be more welcome though, and be welcome at many an inn besides."
Aaron would need a reason to travel anyway, and this tale ought to be acceptable enough. Completely true as well.
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