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Post by Valcrist on Jan 4, 2011 0:30:49 GMT -6
OoC: Fine with me, though It's up to Selibas in the end. I doubt he minds though, welcome to... erm... the thread.
Another new person? He fought back the desire to curse into the wind. His momma didn't raise a potty mouth, but it was still annoying. Not that he really had any right to be annoyed, as this plains was just as much theirs as it was his. Okay, maybe it was MORE theirs then his but that didn't mean anything! It... it didn't not mean anything either. Okay wait, no he went and confused his self. Lets start at the beginning this time.
Along came a bearded red-headed man that follow shortly after the effeminate white haired man. He, however, looked much older. Almost twice Val's age, and much larger to boot. It would be a dirty stinky unkempt and unpleasant lie to say the man didn't intimidate him. Just... just... just a little. Ok? He wasn't scared or anything, his heart always beats like that when giant muscular men come stomping aroun... erm wait no he was intimidated!
He opened his mouth and out of it poured some strong accent that made it hard to understand. It felt familiar so it wasn't impossible to figure out what he said or wanted, it still took him a bit longer then it really should of. Val smiled awkwardly, he didn't... we he didn't have a map. He did but not on his person. It was instead memorized up in his head, so it wasn't of much use to the man. "Erm... I, I'm s-sorry. Mr... Erm," Is Big Scary Redhead Giant an acceptable term for strangers? "Guy." He said in the most Generic way possible. "There's, um, supposed to be a village though... Thataways." He pointed in the direct Sel was leading him, slightly cringing as he did. "East. But I don't think they like strangers much. Sorry."
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
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OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jan 4, 2011 0:39:06 GMT -6
Synkkis showed a sign of intrigue and astonishment as he heard about the boy's origins. He screwed the lid back onto his flask and put it into his napsack as he heard Valcrist talk. "Huh... Nabatan? Fascinating. You are the first-" He was cut off when he saw a man running towards them. He jumped back immediately, holding on his napsack though he figured it wouldn't do to well to protect him against the man's large sword. He gulped and began to get trembling fingers, ready to flee or do what he possibly could to fight if needed. He couldn't make out what he was saying, besides his bad sense of hearing didn't help him. The size of the man was intimidating, but his body language was friendly... or at least just in order to get their attention. Synkkis leaned in and spoke softly to Valcrist. "Ehrm... Could you comprehend him? I have poor hearing or he is speaking drivel."
Two shocks in a row put Synkkis out of his comfort zone into a bit more twitchy and stressed mood. He needed something to eat, but it could wait.
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 5, 2011 20:56:00 GMT -6
The man hadn't responded, but Val assumed he got the message. He didn't notice if he had an accent or not, but it was probably Sacaenish since everyone thinks he's Sacaen. He wasn't aware if Nabatan accents existed, with the amount of people living there being less then the average large town. Probably just over two or three hundred if you counted Val's home and that one place with the horses. Elias nervously palmed the hilt of the blade on his right side, sweeping a bit of hair out of his eye at the same time. His hairband broke on the trip over and now it kept getting into his face and bleh.
He turned his head to the man he met before he met the other man. Sinkis, or something along those lines. He sounded baffled at the other man's talk, something that confused Val at first but then made sense after a moment. "Oh he's not speaking gibberish or anything. He just has a thick accent." Val spoke quietly, not wanting to be rude and talk right in front of the stranger's face as if he wasn't there. "It's Sacaen, I think." Val muttered. He's spoken to many people across the world while never leaving his town. It was the traders and caravans, they carried oodles and oodles of people from all over, and one of Val's favorite hobbies was listening to their stories. He'd talk to them while drawing portraits, he'd always get a bit of pocket gold that he could later use to buy some sweets from them.
"I've heard it before, it's really thick but it's definitely Sacaen." He added with finality. "He just wanted to know where he could get a new map or directions to a nearby village or tribe. So I pointed him in the right direction."
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jan 5, 2011 23:41:21 GMT -6
OoC: Harflgar isn't a large sword. It has a pretty long blade, but otherwise it's normal sized. Also, I was waiting for Selibas to post. Sorry.
IC: Tirion stood as the two young men conversed with one another. By all means, they seemed quite frail by Norric standards. Of course, so was his best friend so he didn't dwell on it too much. The third's silence seemed a bit unsettling, but he was probably just lost in thought as Tirion was. The blonde swordsman, more like swordsboy, mentioned he had heard Tirion's accent before. He was snapped out of his pensive state as he moved to speak.
"Aye! I be Tirion Aonghal, son of Aez Aonghal. I hail from the Norric tribe in the shadow of the northern mountains. I be lookin' fer any wanderin' tribes in the plains to introduce me tribe an' our sister tribe an' offer help in these tryin' times." Tirion slapped Harflgar's scabbard on his left thigh after he was finished and wore a large grin on his face. He was quite proud of how he pulled off the introduction. He had worked on it for nearly an hour before... suddenly his head swelled with immense pain. Tirion keeled over and landed on one knee, crying out as he fell. It was like trying to remember what had happened after he worked on the speech was causing him pain. In fact, he couldn't remember it at all. His eyes shifted in either direction as he pondered this mystery.
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 6, 2011 0:00:58 GMT -6
"Ah, so you're here to help?" Did he understand that right? Yeah... that sounded correct. He's here to help other tribes during these times. Well if there was anything that could be called trying times, it was now, what with all the war and whatnot. The Norric tribe, huh? Yeah, he could recall a man or two with a similar accent to this goliath that stood in front of him. In fact, he's doodled their picture before. He didn't have the long dreads like this man, but he had a beard as well. "Well like I sa- oh my god are you alright?!"
Val was tempted to get near to see, but maintained his distance as this man could probably break him in half just by accident. So instead he just stood there, slightly hesitantly, as if he was about to bolt at any second. His body leaned inwards to get a closer look, and his face looking both shocked and concerned.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jan 6, 2011 12:23:28 GMT -6
Tirion fought the pain as he stood back up. He wildly shook his head and the lingering aches faded away. He looked at the young man. The blonde boy looked concerned and a bit frightened over Tirion's episode. Tirion simply flashed a smile and patted the boy on the shoulder.
"I'm perfectly fine, boyo! Just a bit o' hangover from last night. Nothin' ta worry 'bout!" Tirion laughed heartily and took a swig of brandy from his gourd, "Now, where're ye three goin'? Ye look like ye walk with a purpose."
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 6, 2011 12:39:39 GMT -6
Slowly Val recoiled as he realized the man was alright. He tried to grin as if nothing was wrong, but it came out awkward and wrong, his eyebrows still scrunched together in concern and the corner of his mouth slightly twitching. He stood up straight, and looked at the man. "Alright..." He trailed off slightly, even his self not believing his words. Buuuuut... It was rude to pry, and the man didn't seem to want to talk about it, so he would respect his wishes.
"Where are we headed?" Val mimicked like a parrot. "Oh, um. W-Well, I was headed down to the tribe with... Sel over here. I-I'm not sure what he's doing." Val nodded his head in the direction of Syn. "But, I'm not really sure anymore..."
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 8, 2011 1:08:55 GMT -6
Slowly Val dropped his shoulders and slumped over slightly. He didn't know. Why was he on this journey if the first place? He just stood here stupidly while he slowly grew more and more confined by the masses of people. First a mage, then a man with a admittedly nice looking blade, but... that wasn't it. He didn't come to meet people, he didn't know many people. People made him uncomfortable, words made him uncomfortable. He was no good at them, he was awkward and could never say what he meant. He preferred pictures, art, they spoke what he couldn't.
But... that wasn't why he left. No, he left for another reason. One that he had yet to fulfill, one that he had been dodging at every turn. He wanted... to see the world. That's what he wanted. The snowy alps of Ilia, the steep mountains of Bern, the ocean of Etruria, dipping his toes in the cold water as he dreamed of traveling to the Western Isles. A land of pirates, in his mind where he was a strong man who always got the girl... With a sigh he looked up at the sky. "I'm not sure... at all." He turned his head over to Selibas with a grin. "Sel... I'm sorry, but I have to go." He dug into his things and handed him something. "Here... I was planning on giving this to you later after you passed... but.."
It was a parchment of paper, covered in technical lines, complicated lettering and shorthand, but if one looked at it... it was clearly a blade. "Give this to any blacksmith, and they should be able to forge it for you." He said with a little laugh. "It... It won't be the same as if I did it... of course... but I just wanted to let you know... I thank you for coming with me this far. And I wish you good luck on the rest of your journey." He took his hand back. "After all of this is over, swing by Nabata some time, just ask any merchant and they'll tell you how to get to my village. Good luck with... your father."
He turned and nodded at the other two men he barely had a passing knowing of, and walked away, a smile on his face. He had a direction, for once, and that made him feel better then he had for a long time.
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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 Jan 8, 2011 10:51:26 GMT -6
Selibas had been looking at the river as all the other events unfolded. He was reminicing about his thrashing last year by the very man he needed to turn the tables on. He turned out of his trance to find another swordsman and a mage of sorts. He blinked as Valcrist told him he was leaving. He nodded.
He then turned to the other two. He spoke up, shaking of his thoughts, "Hello I am Selibas. I'm a Sacaen swordsman on my way to my tribe. I am going there to seize my chance at control. But after that I have other affairs. You all are welcome to come if you'd like." He smiled at the two.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jan 9, 2011 3:30:35 GMT -6
Tirion was surprised by the blonde boy's sudden departure. He had barely met the lad and now he'd bolted off somewhere. Tirion was about to follow him when the other boy mentioned that he was headed to his tribe. As much as Tirion wanted to follow Valcrist, he knew it would be very counter-intuitive to his mission seeing as he was invited to come along to his goal. It was likely only a small tribe that he was being led to, but you have to start somewhere.
"Aye, I'll take ye up on that offer, lad. I got some business with yer tribe as well."
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jan 9, 2011 3:31:23 GMT -6
Synkkis couldn't help but to be silent the whole time. He felt like he was talking too much anyways. He saw Valcrist walk away and he almost felt like doing the same... making his way to Bern. Though, the two Sacaens in front of him seemed to pull him in with their body language, urging him to not leave. Synkkis stood still, not sure if he wanted to stay or leave. The white-haired man was sure he would still need a bit of translations done in order to understand the heavy drawl the orang-haired swordsman carried.
He started tapping his fingers quickly against his bag, a bit of a quick 'ratta-tat-tat' beat. That's when he noticed his tattoo on his hand and (to occupy himself until a verdict was upon the group) traced the lines with his finger. "So, we are departing to visit a clan, you say?" he spoke, not looking up. His maroon eyes fixated on the emblem as it seemed to suck in his attention.
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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 Jan 9, 2011 18:25:58 GMT -6
Business? What business would one have with a trbe as insignificant as his own? Selibas could not go any further than this without knowing the mans intentions. He spoke up, "What business do you have with my people? It's a very small tribe. Although I plan for it to be a focal point of a united Sacae."
Then he turned to the mage. "Yes my tribe. They are very close you can see their smoke from their cooking fires over there."
OoC: Should point out Selibas wasn't paying much attention while they were talking, so he doesn't know Tirion's business.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Jan 9, 2011 20:03:32 GMT -6
Synkkis could see the campfire smoke and it seemed that they were already spotted by a duo of rangers. They stood still and grouped together, just observing. "I would normally speak that this is the part where we journey down to see your village, but there are men on the horizon spying upon us. Do you know them, Selibas?"
He slipped his hand into his bag, hands on his book. Though he only was able to get minimal practice with the Elder arts, this would be the first time he would use it in combat if needed. He was anxious and nervous, which was displayed on his face with only an inquisitive smirk. He planned out the battle in his head to the best of his abilities though he hoped for it not to come.
"Hmm... Either way, we should start moving. I don't like being stared at." Synkkis added, fixating his headband.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jan 10, 2011 20:43:45 GMT -6
Tirion was slightly put off by the boy's apparent lack of listening skills. Although, he was busy with something else when Tirion explained his mission. Getting ready to speak again, Tirion looked up at the Sacae sky, inhaled as if trying to breathe in the clouds themselves, and exhaled very forcefully.
"I be here on a mission ta introduce me own tribe of Norric in the shadows of the northern mountains to any an' all Sacaean tribes. Our sister tribe o' Gaul is bound to 'ave an envoy o' their own somewhere on the plains as well. We both put aside our differences to offer aid in this time o' war."
Before he could get a reaction, however, the frail looking enrobed man mentioned rangers he spotted in the distance. Thinking this was possibly time for battle, Tiron slipped his shield from his shoulder and fastened it to his forearm. It had been some time since he was in a real battle, but his skill in such matters had not lessened. However, being off of the battlefield for so long didn't help his nerves. He knew he could take these men if they attacked, but he was shaking with nervous anticipation.
"Ae, lad. These men gonnae bother us?" Tirion asked the green-clad boy.
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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 Jan 11, 2011 9:55:46 GMT -6
Ooc: I'll control all the tribes people. Also time skip.
"Oh," that wasn't anything bad. Just getting acquainted. That could be done. Well time to get going. But then the mage pointed out a few mounted men over towards the camp. Selibas squinted. Great, Dale is already here. Dale his giant Ranger cousin who had always beat him til he couldn't follow the tribe for hours, causing him to have to catch up with no rest.
"No they will allow us to enter, that is my cousin. Let's go, Tirion I'll let you talk to the chief Farus before I fight him."
- Timeskip -
Selibas led the way into the camp. He saw a Ger that wasn't as well constructed as the others. He guessed his teacher wasn't staying there but his other campanions would be. So he stuck his head in. Noone but he could see the robes Samen wore. So they were here for sure. Then under the concealed eyes of Dale he signaled Synkkis and Tirion to follow him. He headed for the large Ger in the center of the camp.
He walked in and saw Farus sittng at a table surrounded by young women and other warriors of the tribe. And standig to one side Chlane, Samen, and Terrence. Clearly Chlane had told of him for Farus stood up and said, "Ah the Runt of the litter of wyvern-wolves graces us with his presence! Slayer of Soldiers, by the things I've heard I thought you must have become a giant. But my youngest concubine coul lift you with one hand! Please my men, a true warrior of Sacae is among, should you not stand and honor him?"
All the younger men stood grinning at the boy who had been their punching bag a year ago. The older warriors clearly had a problem with the way the chief held a fellow Sacaen with such dishonor. Bt they stood because, Selibas was a Wyvern-Wolf. The little wolf tried to keep his calm and surprisingly could, even in front of women.
"In two days I request we fight Farus. If I lose you'll never hear from me again. If I win you may stay and keep a high station as one of my warriors. This is Synkkis, a pupil I request lodging for him, and this is Tirion he has business with the Chief of the clan. And for now that's you." And Selibas stepped back.
Farus stood forward. "Two days then Little wolf? Alright I accept." Farus nodded to the pupil, not to be rude just because he asociated wih this b*****d runt. And then the other man. He looked different but he seemed somehow Sacaen. So this man deserved his honor. "Hello brother, what is it you seek of my tribe, warriors, women, or horses?"
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