Talk of Leaving (Synkkis/Selibas

[Selibas]

Selibas had won his duel and his tribe. AS was custom he was going to leave for a time. The clan of the Under Wolve's had a tradition where the new chief must prove himself by throwing himself into a frey of some sort. Selibas' cousin had been a member in the force destroying Ostia. And Selibas planned to kill two birds with one stone. He looked over at Synkkis and said, "So hey you're going to Bern right? I'm going to start a Mercenary troupe there. Care to join me?" It was a plain question but one he'd like to have answered.

[Synkkis Kyyneltya]

The crimson-eyed shaman-in-training looked up to Selibas, who was atop a horse. He crossed his arms and thought of the offer. Becoming a mercenary... He wasn't sure what to say. He had plenty of chances to become a mercenary back in Ilia, but he wasn't really skilled with any type of weapon. He was even thinking of just working in Arphen or Edessa.

But now... He has the book. Flux. His father gave it to him as a parting gift of sorts. He never saw himself getting into the elder arts, but through the past few days he's been learning to tap into the dark magic and use it effectively. Even so, he hasn't used it against anyone or anything except a few logs on a stump back in Ilia.

He squinched his eyes as he looked to the patched green and brown grass below his feet. He had to give it some thought. "Correct. I am journeying to Bern." Synkkis spoke, kicking a small pebble. Grinning he looked back up at the eagerly listening Selibas, asking, "So we are going to just meander the streets and pick up a few journeymen militia seeking to collect bounties or do you have something special at hand?"

[Selibas]

Selibas slid of his horse. We? Guess that's a yes. Selibas said, "Well at least for a while the prior's the gist of it. Because we can't do much with just the two of us. But after a bit I want to enter the Bern rebellion. Your Illian aren't you? I guess you'd want tojoin the Illian side, I'm not sure which I'm gonna pick. But uhh, is that a yes?"

[Synkkis Kyyneltya]

He was a little shocked. A rebellion in Bern? Already? It had been a little over a year when the Ruinz bandits in Bern were destroyed and Ilia took control. He had a sister back home who was in the knights. If anything major were to happen, he knew that she would be pulled into the conflict. Ilia had a strong military, though. However, with all the traveling mercenary bands out there and the Bernese military quick to revolt, things could get messy. Also, Ilia has been spread thin for all he knew. Just the thought of his sister being pierced with the lance of a wyvern rider made him shudder.

"Hold... Bern is going through a rebellion?" the dark pupil spoke, almost in disbelief. He held his hand to Selibas' shoulder and looked him in the eye. His tone changed dramatically from his typically formal speech and he let loose a strong Ilian accent.

"I left my country zo I could return a learned man vho vasn't afraid anymore of zeh eefils of men. Vhen my zister died, my vhole family vept in zorrow. I couldn't take it und ezcaped fur zeh frozt-bitten forezt zat zurrounded mein fillage. I vas a cowvard!" He slammed his hand into Selibas' armor out of grief, and covered his face with his gloved hand, trying to hide his tears. After a second or so, he composed both his language and his demeanor.

"Honest apologies, friend. What I mean to say is... Is that I don't want the pain of losing a loved one to harm my people again. My family has fragmented because of the heinous acts of a few low-life brigands looking for pocket change on a corpse. I want to protect my family, but I am weak. If war is to break out because of a few Bern men who still seek violence and death, I can only do my part to protect my home." He lifted his hand off of Selibas, and reached into his napsack for his tome. He pulled out the aged book, the pages tanned and the binding loose.

"I will journey to Bern and observe the situation to see if what you say is true, however, if you will fight for the rebels I try my best to kill you unless their cause is just." Synkkis placed his hand on his forehead, the ritual circle showing perfectly in black ink on the backside of his hand. He took a step back and a deep breath. "Agh, I am zo caught up mein freund. I am zorry fur mein acht-schonz. Ja, ve vill traffel fur Bern."

[Selibas]

Whoa! Selibas had trouble understanding the guy for a second. Massive accent change. Kinda cool though. Selibas strecthed in his armor, his new armor. He looked up at the Sacaen sky. When he was in Lycia more than anywhere else he seemed to be looked down upon by all the citizens there due to the simple fact he was a "wolf" of Sacae. But the swordsman saw nothing but a few clouds and the blue sky. Not the people who said wolf and nomad with scorn. As those thoughts brewed another one crossed his mind. He would brodcast the fact that he was Sacaen to anyone who would hire him. He would have to be a d*m good fighter to get hred though.

"Allright. Well for personal reasons we won't be called the Selibas Mercenaries. I would like to be called the Wolfpack Mercenaries. And well I have reasons for joining one side to, but I don't know which one yet. Also I don't want to stereotype but since you know magic you probably know some form of strategy right?"

[Synkkis Kyyneltya]

The dark pupil turned suddenly from the brighter side of family and country to a much more heinous side of him involving passions of hidden knowledge. It showed itself in his face as he unvieled a dastardly grin. It was as similar as if a child were about to step on a lone intrusive beetle that showed itself with pure intentions. He laughed with bravado and pride, his voice booming with knowledge. "But of course! Given my circumstances I do have to watch my flanks in order to have any chance of survial in a fearsome brawl! My mother taught me well in the art of warfare, as it is nearly expected for every Ilian youth to grow to be a fighter of some profession! Indeed, I know of maneuvers and tactics, yet to actually experience a commanding position...!, he grinned with ambition, the mere thought giving him some sort of joy. "Now that would be something!"

The mention of the infamous wolf pack was truely a credit to Synkkis' style and origins. The image of a pack of wolves taking down a beast much greater than their own size through superior tactics and teamwork. It sat with him well. "I adore the name, but what is your reasoning behind the title? Usually a mercenary band is named after their leader."

[Selibas]

"Allright, good to know. I would want to learn some of the tactics because, well, my decisions make up what we do as a group." Okay so the name fits. While the Selibas Mercenaries would help his Sacaen standings, it wouldn't help Sacaes standings with Elibe. "Yeah usually but I have my reasons. The tribes of Sacae are looked down upon by everyone. And if I make myself a symbol of Sacae and am the best mercenary out there, it would go far for my people."

[Synkkis Kyyneltya]

Synkkis laughed, the thought of teaching amusing him. "I am dreadful at explaining subjects, but in this case, I suppose it would benefit us both in the long run. What would the lesson be called, I wonder? 'Pacing and Maneuver 101'?" The man laughed with tears, although the joke was probably not understood and was a bad one at that.

"Ah, nevermind my antics. I will instruct you in the art of warfare. However, if we journey to Bern we must recruit new members or I fear your mercenary band will not prosper and my standards will not be met." The dark pupil cracked his back and knuckles and started walking forth, then turning around to Selibas.

"I hate horses, so I prefer to travel on foot. I suggest we head to Bern's capital. It is a likely spot to obtain the information we need. Do you understand these paths?"

[Selibas]

Selibas nodded as Synkkis said something about recruits. "Yeah, we probably need more people. Because as we stand we could only do the smallest possible tasks. I know these paths, there's a town called Geringia that would be good to recruit from. Sound good for a start?"

[Synkkis Kyyneltya]

"Indeed! Please... Lead the way to Geringia, please. I'd rather not look like a fool in front." Synkkis said, scratching his head in slight embarassment.

[Selibas]

Selibas nodded and started his horse walking. He headed south toward Bern. He said, "Okay I think it's this way."

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