Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on May 31, 2011 23:36:52 GMT -6
Lyar had stayed quiet in one of his usual spells, listening solemnly to his friends as he loyally lumbered behind them, slightly hunched over as they followed that man who had come up earlier...
and there they were: at the end of the line. Both literally and hopefully not figuratively. With they light they hand, one could make out a faint glimmer as he readied one of his axes, before placing a heavy (heavier than usual) hand on Saturos' shoulder, "Sir: I'll take the lead." he gave his new 'commander' a stern nod, as he looked over their little group: a little swordsman, a little swordswoman, a little robed guy, and the one guy who most likely would head to the hills rather than join them:
" My brother was the better tactician of us two, but even I know it's useful to have cover." The sad part was that he was referring to himself, and he was sure the others did too. He was aware that in battle plans back when he sailed the seas, he would stand out front on any raiding party of enemy (Etrurian) ships to act as arrow bait, so why should this be any different? He had a better cause this time at least.
While he had this little moment of self-reflection, he began trying to make his way to the front of everyone else, removing his hand from Saturos' shoulder and giving Syana a pat on the head," And the only people dying are those who stand between us and Aidan! At your ready, sir!" his somber voice perked up as his mind started to kick into it's usual pre-combat state, as he started drowning out any discouraging thoughts and humming a song one would hear played by a drummer leading a battalion, and the closer this non-existent battalion got to it's destination, the louder he started humming and readied his second weapon in hand
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jun 5, 2011 13:05:08 GMT -6
Syana felt herself sink about an inch into the ground from Lyar's pat on the head. Man, he was strong. That did make her feel a little better. Someone like him wouldn't go down easy. But still, she didn't like the idea of him going out there by himself as some kind of diversion. On the other hand, what choice did they have? She shook her head. "If you say so, big guy."
She reached down to make sure her sword was tight in its sheath. She'd need it soon and it would be a day ruiner if it fell out while they were making their way into the city. She did a few quick stretches while she was at it. Wouldn't be good if she cramped up either. After a quick crack of her neck, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Better get a ready as possible, right?
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Jun 22, 2011 19:44:51 GMT -6
After starting his quest to find the man named Ryal there were many misleading tips Hiro had got. Each time he got bad info he had went back and ransacked the person's home. He had heard numerous rumors of him being in Etruria, the last place Hiro wanted to be right now. At any rate he still went there, dodging anybody that looked like they had connections to Kraft for they may recognize his face. Those leads lead him to the same place, the wrong way. Hiro was getting frustrated now, he had set back to Lycia to dig up more information.
On the border of Etruria and Lycia Hiro had stopped at a small town and went right for the pub. "Damn it, nothing but idiots out there. Screw it I need to touch of a women" Hiro scanned the room for decent ladies, bingo there was his target. He had enough of playing cat and mouse for the time being. He pulled up a chair next to her and stretched out his arms and put one around her pulling her close.
"Hey babe, let's cut to the chase. I don't feel like saying flattering stuff, you giggle, I hit on you some more, you giggle some more, blah blah blah so let's go back to your place and we screw the hell out of each other, I wait till it's dark and leave." "You... you... You're a dog." With that the lady slapped him. "Oh come on woman, I'm telling you my whole agenda while other guys lie to your face and do the same thing and I'm a dog?" There was movement across the room that caught Hiro's eye. Some man with a club had heard the interaction between the two and and was playing the white knight.
He pulled his arm back and scooted the chair back. Standing up with his hands up near his head backing away from the woman. "Look man, it's ok. No need to get violent now." "Your type isn't like around these parts. You best be going if you know what's best for you boy." Hiro moved to the door without taking an eye off that man. "Well looks like that is out of the question. Damn, even the people are poor looking here. Nothing looks like it would be worth taking back."
Hiro had spent the next few months repeating his failed search, failed attempts of sleeping with a woman, and collecting the debt people owe him. One lucky night he was able to succeed in two of the three things, he had lowered his standards, by a whole lot, and scored with what some could call a lady. In the pitch black night he was able to tip toe to the door and along the way he found some nice earrings, a necklace, and her coin purse. A few days later he had heard Rayl was in Bern.
He had spent the next few months traveling to Bern and slowly making his way closer to his target. He had this eery feeling like he was being followed, this is one of the moments he wished he wasn't traveling alone. As he opened the door to an inn he 'accidentally' dropped his bag so he knelt down to pick it up. He scanned the crowd and caught glimpse of one of Kraft's men. He was disappointed that Kraft sent him, he sucked at this job. He was also disappointed in himself for not realizing it sooner.
Non slantingly Hiro walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder. "My good man, go back to Kraft and tell him I'm in search of his people." "Bullshit street rat. You've been goofing off since I found you a few months ago." Hiro chuckled "That's where you're wrong, your hatred for me, because I'm oh so much better then you at this job, has blinded you." Pulling out the book he's held on for so long "This is written by a man named Rayl, he speaks of the events Kraft has told me about the people he wants dead is from. Go back and let him know I'm going to bring the fight to him." The two had parted ways, Hiro got a room and rested.
When morning arose he had took off on his journey, from the window with the golden candle holder in hand. He found passage to a town near the location somebody said they think they saw a man that looked close to what Hiro had heard. He still couldn't shake the feeling he was being followed. When making it to the town he handed the owner of the carriage the candle holder and a couple other things he claimed from others.
"I hope this is it..." he mumbled to himself he wondered the streets in search of his target. If he was really here he hoped by saying his name might catch his attention. He stopped at what looked to be a guard and pulled out a paper. "Excuse me, have you seen a man named Rayl? He wears armor that looks like this, well close to it." He held up the drawing he had made, a very poor drawing. The guard chuckled as he shook his head no.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Jun 25, 2011 22:15:50 GMT -6
"Commander?" The flagbearer on his right extended a hand which then rested on the blue-clad commander's left pauldron.
He hadn't moved in about twelve minutes, yet in his mind it seemed as if he'd been staring at those scarred gates for a millennia, recalling the fire that burned down so many buildings, cut short so many lives, and the realization that he had been a no-good excuse of a knight at that time...But the buildings were restored, lives rebuilt, and he himself had changed but-
"Hm?" looking up, and gradually from the arm to the face of the young man on his left, blinking a few times before looking to the right, where his second flagbearer gave a nod of her head,"Come on commander: we have a mission to accomplish."
"Yes I- I do believe we do." forcing a smile, he looked back to the gate guard, who at this point was whistling to himself waiting for the three people in front of him to decide if they were going in or not, though once seeing the look in Rayl's face ( you know, that one where he wasn't staring into space.) he turned around and gave the signal.
As the gates opened up for the trio and the rode forwards, Rayl took in the scenery: it was nice to look at when you weren't riding like your life depended on it...of course he didn't like the people staring at him. Maybe it was because of his impressive appearance, or the fact that a trio of foreign knights had just rode into town, either way: being stared at always bugged the paladin, as the eyes judged one's movements. Thus it was no surprised that the Pheraen tensed up and sat up ridged in the saddle.
"Uh...Commander?" spoke up one of the flagbearers, and as Rayl turned stiffly around to look at her, he didn't need to know what she was about to say, and instead replied with:
"...at what point did the go?"
"Five minutes into your... lack of a better way to say it: keen observation of the gate, sir." replied the second guard, trying not to bring up the story about Rayl's first and last time in this city.
"Well, I really can't blame. Come then, we have an appointment to keep. Castle Bern is expecting us at our rooms but- I'm sure they won't mind if we spend our night here at the inn?" His men stared at him funny, but Rayl had a particular one in mind: assuming it hadn't been burned down that is.
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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 Jun 27, 2011 18:55:00 GMT -6
"Fantastic, really. Your personal lives are so very interesting, if this was any other time I'd pull up a chair and make some hot cocoa, but seeing as someone's about to die I think it would be for the best if we just hurried up." X snarked and smirked in traditional fashion. It was almost a wonder that anyone listened to him at times, then again when he can get your measurements exactly right and you've never even met him, there has to be something underneath it all. Either stealthy, or perverted. Luckily for everyone involved it was the first one. In the underground circles of Bern, and most notably in the information market, X was famous. Not just because it was as if he could get information on anyone about anything, but also because nobody could get any information on him. People call him X because they know nothing else, he was a variable and his names can change just as fast as he does.
Still that didn't change the fact that sometimes he was just impossible to deal with. "So if you are all done... We have a knight to save." He opened up his ears and listened to the sounds above. "It should be starting about... now. We don't have much time. Follow me, I'll take you were you need to go. I'll trust the rest to you all. Try not to mess up too badly. I can't plan for EVERY scenario." The truth of the matter is if they followed directions of the others, this whole thing will go off without anyone important dieing. Well maybe a few guards will be executed for letting the prisoner escape, but they're Ilian so they don't matter.
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So... this was it? He was to die here? Like this? A figurehead designed to cause chaos amongst the rebels? He didn't want this. No. If it was just him, he wouldn't mind. But he didn't want that for the rebels, they simply fought for what they believed in, he wasn't their leader and it was degrading to them to even assume such a baseless lie.
He was a tool, simply and purely. To be used to destroy their morale, and then tossed aside. Left in some unmarked grave that only the worst traitors deserve, simply because of his name. Because of his father's loyalty to the king when the king his self was a mad man. It wasn't fair, then again when is life ever fair? It surely isn't fair to the soldiers who die for causes they don't believe, it's not fair to the Ilians who must die because the Bernese want to reclaim their home. And it's not fair to the Bernese who must die so Ilia may retain their control over it. The lords only saw faces, and forgot the bodies they support them.
It was sickening. Now Aidan was one of those faces This all felt so alien to him. The upstanding soldier and the disgusting prisoner, the roles were given to the wrong people. He couldn't give up, not now. Not like this. What hope did he have against fully armored soldiers with nary a dagger and his naked hands, restrained by this infernal shackle. He was no assassin, he couldn't use a dagger with great speed and skill. He was a soldier, a knight, without his armor he felt naked and without his spear he felt powerless. The scant swordsmanship he learned as a child isn't going to help him now, after spending his entire career as a spearman. Whether in the skies or on the earth, he couldn't imagine his self ever using another weapon.
He heard chatting, but it was idle and meaningless. Unless he earnestly cared about that man's love life. It died, suddenly along with the sound of some third person. Unable to see who it was, all he knew is it somehow silenced the man's bawdy conversation.
"All of you, away. I wish to speak with the prisoner alone." That voice...
"But Commander, governor Radcliffe ordered..." One of them started.
"I am the one who captured him, it is within my rights to speak with him alone." He couldn't see the man, but he could tell by his tone it was the harsh voice he personally expected a commander to possess.
"Alright Commander. Call us if anything happens." The shuffling of feet seemed to say that they indeed left him be. He was all alone with whoever it was. The slow tap tap tap of his shoes coming ever closer. He didn't need to see him to know just who the man was. He knew right away.
"Orion. Thought I'd never see you again." There was almost a smile on his face, the first time he felt any need to in what seemed like years.
"Aidan, you always did know how to say things that could come right out of corny novels." The man laughed. He smelled strongly of alcohol, but any smell was welcome compared to the moldy dank smell he had grown accustomed to.
"Well, considering I'm about to die it's not a stretch to say I'd never see you again."
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Post by Judah on Jul 3, 2011 21:14:35 GMT -6
"Well let's go, then."
The man who normally wore black robes shifted uncomfortably in the armor he wore now. It was the price to pay to blend in well with the crowds. At least he still had his lightning tome hidden behind his chest piece. If he had to fight with a sword, or a pike, it wouldn't take long to prove how untrained he was.
He followed X as they left the room, attempting to get into the mindset of a pathetic, worthless, stupid, cretin of a soldier. You know, the typical sort of non magic fighters. Bernese or Illian didn't really matter to him. Getting to where the action was did though.
It looked like he'd have to scrap the idea of grabbing the Illian standards off the top of the castle. A pity. He'd loved to have taken them home with him as a trophy of sorts.... Still, the Lowell would make a much finer trophy. Even if he couldn't keep the knight.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jul 4, 2011 23:30:14 GMT -6
"Don't wait on me," replied the Etrurian myrmidon. "I've been itchin' to get a move on since I put this darn turtle shell on." He frowned, but to be fair, the armor Saturos was wearing wasn't much more than your standard Ilian fare; light but not light enough to be ineffective. Essentially, as with most standard military armor, it was supposed to be wearable by any average rube who decided to don their countries colors and fight for honor, justice, or just a nice paycheck. However, this armor had sleeves, and anything with sleeves might as well be called a shirt. Really. Shoulder muscles were meant to be free.
"But if we're to follow you, I wager you better get moving. Following a stationary object is about as productive as banging two rocks together."
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Jul 16, 2011 12:47:07 GMT -6
Hiro was getting hungry searching for Ryal and he was all out of food. There were too many guards to attempt to steal something to eat. He could always pocket somebody's wallet and pay for his meal that way, but the air seemed tense today and he didn't want to risk it.
"Why does this Rayl guy have to be a bitch to find. I should be chasing skirts, not men." Hiro figured he'd head to the pug. He needed some good ale right now. Ordering his drink and 'forgetting' to tip he slumps down in the corner mumbling
'f**k**g rayl being hard as hell to find. so busy haven't got a nice piece of ass either. better be worth finding or else i gotta live on the run.'
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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 Jul 16, 2011 13:19:40 GMT -6
"Just be patient, if we move too fast everything is blown. If we move too slow, we'll be too late and I just lost a bet. I NEVER lose a bet, and I'm not about to start now." The inclusion of several well trained skilled fighters who were fighting for free were a boon, a blessing from some benevolent being in the skies. Or maybe under the earth, it was a stretch to think anyone willing to look out for this rat loved the sun. Probably hiding and hoarding countless amounts of gold and jewels, if he was divinity that would be his first order of business. Oh dear, now it was as if he was describing a dragon. The cool dragons, not the wussy dragons who live in peace and harmony and all that crap. Some stories were just more appealing then others. Regardless, his first point that went hopelessly off track was, simply, they were great additions but by no means necessary. Warriors can be bought, witnesses can be paid for, it was the golden rule. Those with the gold, make all the rules. If they had turned tail and left Aidan to rot, like those with any sense of self-preservation would do, there would simply be different people standing in those suits of armor. Keeping an ear tuned into the sounds around him, a smirk spread across his face as he heard something that others wouldn't quite understand. He laughed, as if he heard a joke only he understood, shaking his head with the light chuckling rolling from his lips. "Well then, do try your best not to get murdered, or worse caught. Follow that man, right there, pretend to be a guard. If you can't act, don't talk at all and let those who can do everything for you." He gestured to a soldier standing outside the inn, there was a bit of commotion coming from some direction, though that was just everyday life in Bern. The up coming execution made people antsy, excited, depressed, but all around it made people tense. People from all over the country were visiting, not being a quiet even spoken only of in whispers, the ones who govern Bern were doing all they can to make sure everyone knew they had Aidan. They made sure everyone knew who they said he was, regardless if it was true or not. Of course if there was one thing you could always count on in times of need, it was greed. Pickpockets plaguing the streets, and the guards were ever vigilante. A few more guards won't even get a second glance. -------- "You look like crap." The heavily decorated man leaned against the prison walls. A level of nonchalance that really suited him, but not his position. Of course the point where those two mixed was a blurry line indeed. He rubbed his bare chin as he grinned toward the locked up knight. "Scruffy too.""Well, I haven't really had the time to hit the salon." Aidan cocked a brow, looking at the man. "You try being locked up for who knows how long without use of your hands or a razor. You'd be scruffy too.""Ah, smartass I see. I seem to recall you were too busy being stoic to make comments like them." Orion chuckled. "Been saving them up." The unarmored man shook his head, loose hair shaking as he groaned. "What is it you want Orion? Come to see your prize after getting smashed? The parties much be magnificent, you smell like a brewery. The horrible leader of the rebellion in your hands? Which, might I add, is just something you all cooked up.""Well of course you aren't the leader, that's plain as a million days on the plains of Sacae." The man barked in laughter. "Ouch." He pretended to flinch. "You know, I'm going to get my head cut off, but I think that comment is what will hurt the most. Hopefully it will cauterize the wound." "You didn't let me finish. You'd never be the leader, because you would never put yourself into that position. Nope, the only way that would happen would be if it was forced on you." The militaristic leader crossed his arms, looking down at Aidan as the man sat in his cage. "Always been stubborn that way.""Well the one pushing it on me is you, so I suppose I should thank you. Or I would if you weren't about to kill me in the same breath.""Wasn't my idea." He simply shrugged. "It was from higher up, some of the Ilian bigwigs. Though I wouldn't be surprised if the actual idea came from somewhere closer to home."-------- "Alright, I don't want anything to go wrong. In and out, simple." The group had infiltrated the building in which Aidan was being held. It wasn't a normal prison, it was a special prison designed to hold special prisoners. Prisoners of war, captured delegates, and traitors abound. It was also the holding cell for prisoners pending execution, basically everything Aidan. The thought would be it's more well guarded, but the truth of the matter it made things simpler. There were less prisoners and prison cells. Once Aidan got out, thing become much easier. "Aidan is being held in a containment cell for prisoners pending execution, it's in the east down the hall with the giant portrait of a skeleton being hung by the toes." The man posing as a guard captain quickly laid the plan out. "At the moment there are four guards in the prison cell and three outside it. There are several elsewhere in the prison as well, but those are the ones watching Aidan. We CAN'T let any escape." He brought a gauntlet-clad fist into an open palm. "Once we have Aidan, we are to head to the roof. Theres an emergency hatch not far from the area he's being held that leads right to the top of the building. There we will escape on Wyvern back."
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jul 18, 2011 15:40:01 GMT -6
Silently Saturos nodded to the squirrel man, still slightly uncomfortable in his soldierly get up, and following direction, the Etrurian fell in behind the aforementioned Ilian soldier, assuming his best soldierly stance and airs. It wasn't too hard. On top of Saturos's natural knack for acting, his time with the traveling troop of performers that had been his ticket out of Etruria had honed his acting skills to an impressive level. Combined with his time in the Bernese military, the only way the swordsman would give himself away now would be if he somehow managed to miss some common Ilian quirk that somehow all Ilian soldiers shared. But that was improbable. Saturos imagined that the ranks of the Ilian soldiers probably contained more than a few Bernese. After all, not all men were cut out to be rebels. Some simply went where the power went, and Saturos refused to slight them for it. Blame the system, not those who were forced to be a part of it.
Turning to his "compatriot" Saturos, nodded gleefully, putting a smile on. "'Ello there," he said, putting on some fake, albeit very well done accent. "Fine weatha' we're havin' today, eh?"
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Jul 21, 2011 13:18:16 GMT -6
Syana could of hit Saturos for the ridiculous accent he was using. Then again, it would probably be a fairly effective disguise. Already being from Ilia herself, she knew you wouldn't have to fake an accent. Instead, she put on the role she normally took when meeting a client about preforming a job: stoic, silent and intimidating. She impatiently tapped the hilt of her sword, a glare seemingly permanently etched on her face. It was amazing what a look like that could do for a girl. Heck, she'd even infiltrated an army unit before and no one questioned it due to the way she carried herself. For now, she stood silently behind Saturos, as if daring someone to question her.
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Post by Judah on Jul 28, 2011 16:07:45 GMT -6
Judah's face turned to a condescending mask as the blue haired swordfighter put on his fake voice. It sounded like someone had taken a foreign novel, and hit him upside the head with it. The light user preferred a less theatrical approach. Merely avoiding speaking except when he had to, and then using whatever means necessary to get by. If it was a lone trouble maker, then killing him didn't always create too many difficulities....
"Such lovely decor, "Captain". So, are we waltzing in on parade, or is it time to knock some skulls in, metaphorically speaking?" All in all, the dark robed Acolyte was more concerned about. Getting Aiden out at this point than anything else. Time was running short.
"Perhaps we should have the big one break the ladder off behind us, assuming that's an option."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
Posts: 155
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Post by Lyar on Aug 1, 2011 23:00:29 GMT -6
Lyar paused and looked from the three people, and just scratched his head. Scratched it due to Saturos' fake accent, and scratching it because he wasn't sure how to disguise himself: Didn't they see wanted posters for themselves? More importantly how many other giants were there in this area? One?
No wait, not counting himself... "Break the ladder? Got it." Sure that wasn't a confirmed order or anything but- well, Lyar felt useless and wanted to do something that contributed to- whatever plan they had to get Aidan, he...err...hadn't been paying attention.
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Post by Gabriel on Aug 2, 2011 0:28:40 GMT -6
Gabriel and Roland approached the city gates at a leisurely pace. Gabriel had revised his plan time and time again, to make sure that they wouldn't have any problem getting inside. To avoid getting themselves unwanted attention, Gabriel would hide his Lycian Union badge, given to him by the Marquess of Pherae, and both would pretend to be part of a performing group.
Gabriel's part was easy, as he had a lot of experience juggling fireballs around. Roland, on the other hand, claimed he had a little improvisational performance in mind.
"Tell me again, what will you do? Realize that if we're spotted, it's all over. If we fail, we'll have to get in by showing the Lycian Union badge. Considering the state of things, that would get us an instant audience with whoever is now ruling this city. Bluffing our way through that one, however..."
Gabriel sighed. The city guards were now a stone throw away, which meant whatever Roland was planning to do, he'd have to think through it and spill the beans fast.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Aug 2, 2011 12:40:46 GMT -6
It was odd, really. How well he and Elibe knew these streets despite the time and situation, as the trio of Pheraen riders made their way down the the twisting and turning cobblestone pathways. The only thing different about then and five years ago is now the streets lacked debris and the smell of burning....well, burning everything. However, at one point on the middle of the road, Elibe just stopped and looked back to it's rider and tapped the ground before them twice with it's left front hoof...this was where they first road together, sure it wasn't the best of meetings but-
Rayl shook his head and gave Elibe a pat on the side of the neck: That's enough nostalgia for a good long while, let's get going. was what his motion seemed to say, and for a second one could have sworn that the horse nodded to that unspoken statement before continuing onward, and it wasn't long after that shared thought that the riders reached the inn and after the usual stabling of the mounts ( with the flagbearers setting their flags near their mounts), the trio headed inside.
"You know, they were pretty lucky." started Rayl, looking to his two soldiers before waving a hand about," They probably had to pay for a lot of fixing but it's still standing after what happened...now I'm sure you two are thirsty" the two stayed silent as the eyes of numerous bar goers slowly fell onto the three, who made their way to the front counter.
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