Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jan 21, 2011 22:53:17 GMT -6
Mavick stepped into the smithy and glanced around. Hmm, Illian blacksmiths were quite skilled it seemed. Maybe even enough to put Ostian smiths to shame. "Hmm...Maybe that set...Or that one...Excuse me. Sir." Mavick called. The smith turned, and quirked a brow.
"What'cha need, son?" he asked.
"I'm looking for a set of armor. The measurements are ---- by --- -torso, ---- by ---- arms, and ---- by ---- leggins. Oh, and a size ---- boot and ---- gloves." Mavick stated matter of factly.
The smith leaned against the counter and laughed. "Aren't you a little small for something like that, son? Does your mother know you're here?"
Dead silence.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, YOU INSUFFERABLE SIMPLETON!?" People passing by the smithy stopped, stared at the building, then scuttled off at as fast a walk as possible while the diminutive shaman gave the blacksmith a piece of his mind.
Soon after, Mavick had loaded a brand-spanking-new set of armor, with a shield thrown in for free, leaving behind a very flustered and somewhat weak-kneed smith. "Now, I suppose I should hurry this back to the commander." he commented, leading his pony down the street. He felt significantly smaller when he wasn't on top of it.
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 21, 2011 23:01:07 GMT -6
"It's no problem, I just wanted to make sure you're alright." Val smiled with a nod.
"I'm Valcrist Terris, an artist." He gestured to the cardboard sign propped up against the wall, one who's bottom was covered with snow. Ugh. Valcrist hated snow. He went over and lifted it, putting it back down so the bottom was visible. "Er... Blacksmith actually. Traveling blacksmith, I don't have any weapons with me though so I'm selling my artwork." He rambled out as he cleared the little area. Shivering as the breeze blew past.
He turned around with a worried look, but got rid of it with a sigh. Instead he just looked a bit tired. Screw it, no one's buying anything anyways... He looked at the soldier. "Ah, I've noticed a lot of armored men lately. Well there's a lot of soldiers here normally, but it's been especially apparent today." He forced out an odd looking smile. "Nice to meet you Cyrus."
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Post by Cyrus on Jan 21, 2011 23:33:55 GMT -6
Cyrus scrached is neck
Well young master Valcrist,i am quite thrilled of your...heu artistic and blacksmithing tallents,i would'nt want to bother you but,you do not look like from here,why would a men...what am i saying,i sould'nt ask you about your past so quickly. " Cyrus shaked is head left and right rapidly
"Oh and about the soldiers,they are probably the other soldiers who came whit me,we're here on a mission about bandits if i recall correctly,that was what the commander Richter said,oh well,we'll be here for a while though,not that bothers me but at least i won't travel in this condition..."
Cyrus suddenly feel excited to think back of Valcrist job
"Oh oh oh,wait,you said you are a TRAVELING artist? It must be sooo exciting,chosing where you go,traveling when you want,deciding when you want to work,how does it feel?" Cyrus show excitement on his face,maybe too much for a kind of job that do not really suits himself.
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Fran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Jan 21, 2011 23:37:40 GMT -6
Fran decided to have a tour around Edessa. "So this is what a city looks like." Fran was amazed by the buildings here, they looked different than the buildings in Nabata. She looked like a child who just got a new toy, the dragon walked on the street, humming as she did.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME, YOU INSUFFERABLE SIMPLETON!?
Fran jumped a bit when she heard the voice, she was startled. Soon, but not too soon, someone came out of a building carrying armors. He was riding a pony, his pony looked pretty in Fran's eyes. She then remembered him. "Oh...That boy." She approached him slowly.
"You are the boy in Commander Richter's army, aren't you?"
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 21, 2011 23:46:22 GMT -6
"What do you mean..." He thought for a second, and then to all the odd looks he's been getting all day. It suddenly clicked. "Oh, you mean my skin." He chuckled, it made sense now. "Yeah, I'm not Ilian. I'm Nabatan, from Koroda, though I doubt you've heard of it." He sighed with a grumpy sound, blowing hair out his face. "Not many have."
Crossing his arms he continued. "Bandits, huh..." He thought a bit about that. About bandits. It was still a fresh memory, and he could almost feel the wound again. "It's good that Ilia's army is doing something... Don't want to be robbed of my precious... er... pencils I suppose." He touched his weapon sheath gently, almost without even realizing it. "Yeah, I'm a traveler. How does it feel? Well right now it feels really cold and hungry." He laughed. "If I could, I would of got apprenticeship under the blacksmith here in Edessa, but... He said he already had more apprentices then he knew what to do with and booted me out." The blond boy sighed.
All I have is a lump of iron too... Maybe I could forge something, but I don't have a forge to use. "Well, it was nice meeting you Cyrus. Have a nice a day."
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 22, 2011 14:27:36 GMT -6
"With your skills, I'm sure you'll be accepted easily," replied Richter. Clair really had grown into quite the Pegasus Knight under his commander, but her words were true. She was still just a squire. It was kind of amusing. "But if my word means anything, as your commander, I'll be sure to put in a good word for you."
Richter paused, looking at the Ilian skyline, before continuing. "When you do get promoted, would this mean I'm going to lose my Assistant Officer?" It was said jestingly, but it was to hide a slight worry. If Clair did get promoted, she might get placed under another officer's command. Richter wouldn't particularly like that.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 22, 2011 16:48:04 GMT -6
"Thankyou." Clair said in response to Richter's agreement to provide reference for her, her smile showing itself forth. "I'm sure your words will mean something to them."
"When you do get promoted, would this mean I'm going to lose my Assistant Officer?"
Clair's expression altered, to something more troubled. She didn't answer right away. It was something she'd thought of, but always planned to deal with in the future. On the one hand, she could be reassigned, not a particularly desirable thought. She enjoyed working under Richter's command, and they seemed to work well together besides. On the other hand, if she refused promotion, and chose to stay on with Commander Abend, she could be throwing away all chances at getting the support of Illia. She doubted she'd be charged with any kind of treason, as the mercenary nature of their country meant soldiers going rogue was not unheard of. It would still limit her opportunities in the future. She wondered what her parents would think she ought to do. She didn't know what to do herself.
"I don't know, Commander... I'm... not used to thinking about these sorts of things. I'd do everything I could to stay under your command though."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jan 22, 2011 17:27:12 GMT -6
"You are the boy in Commander Richter's army, aren't you?"
Mavick stopped dead in his tracks, holding firm to his pony's reigns as it started to walk past him. The beast of burden looked at it's master, wondering why he'd stopped. The young shaman was trembling with rage.
Slowly, he turned to give the dragon girl a hard stare. "I...am not...a boy..." he breathed, trying not to blow up. He didn't need to make a dragon angry. "I am simply...somewhat...vertically challenged. That is all..." Mavick explained. He was tired of being mistaken for a child because of how short he was! When was that growth spurt going to hit!? "But yes. I am Mavick, Commander Richter's tactician. And you are...?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 22, 2011 17:50:20 GMT -6
"I don't know, Commander... I'm... not used to thinking about these sorts of things. I'd do everything I could to stay under your command though."
Richter paused. He could sense the hesitation in Clair's voice, almost as if she expected the worst. Obviously this didn't inspire much confidence in the commander, but it made sense. She'd spent her time under his command, she'd grown into a fully fledged pegasus knight, and now it was time for her to do her duty for Ilia. Richter had never had that kind of loyalty to his country, but he saw it admirable in Clair. If she did have to go, he would be disappointed to see her gone.
"Well, no use worrying about something that hasn't happened yet," replied Richter. "Do you have quarters for the night, or do you plan on bunking with all of our rowdy subordinates?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 22, 2011 18:09:06 GMT -6
"I hadn't thought of that either."
It seemed as if all of the sudden, the Pegasus Knight was having every future choice, long-term, or imminent foisted on her. Normally, she handled decisions just fine, but for the moment, she wasn't doing very well.
"A room would be nice, and an actual meal. It's been tents in the field for nearly a year." She laughed quietly. "I don't even think I remember the feel of having four walls anymore. "
"How about you? You have any plans for tonight?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 23, 2011 0:19:06 GMT -6
"Not particularly," spoke the commander. "If you haven't noticed, I'm not much of a people person." Richter looked around at the city. The immediate vicinity was pretty cleaned out, most of the soldiers having gone off to their respective business. "I was thinking I'd probably just get a room and a bite to eat until I could hold an audience with the Edessan higher ups. Can't see much else to do."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 23, 2011 11:19:36 GMT -6
"Why don't we go together then?" Clair thought about what she'd said, or, rather, how she'd said it, and couldn't help cracking a smile and covering her hand with her face. "I meant to the meal. Not the room."
She recovered quickly enough though. "Unless, you'd rather eat by yourself."
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Post by Meredy Laplace on Jan 23, 2011 12:43:08 GMT -6
The last part of the trip had been rather boring. Nothing interesting had happened. As soon as they had made it through the gates, Meredy and her cohorts saluted commanders Richter and Marle and made their way into the city. It would be a few hours before they would be seen again, this time hanging around the central plaza of the city.
Meredy sat on a bench while she put on her new purple boots while Thamir and Max talked things about how they would proceed from now on.
"I know we said we'd only bring her here, but it seems like we'll have to stick around for just a bit longer. Hah, and I hoped this would be over soon. It WAS a stroke of luck to find them in the mountains." Max said, laying his back against a nearby lamppost. The flame wasn't turned on, but it was to be expected, given that it was about midday.
"Yes. And it seems like the information we got back in Arphen was really spot on." Thamir added, his eyes closed, his hand resting on his chin.
"So" Meredy said, finally standing and brushing off some of the falling snow off her dress, "we will have to stick with them for now...?" Her face was grim. Things were going worse than expected.
"We will have to go back and ask Richter if we can follow him around for a while longer. It's not like we have anything better to do as it stands."
As the pink-haired man would later hear, Meredy's relatives wouldn't be able to take her with them. Ever since the incident in Ostia and Meredy's family relocating to Delfia, business had gone stale. The family business had been shipping minerals all through Elibe, with the rich mines close to Ostia being owned by her father. Now that the territory had been taken by Etruria, and what with the looming beasts nearby, the mines had been abandoned, and had to be replaces with some new mines in Etruria. This resulted in a rather large decrease of sales and minerals through Elibe, with silver being the one that was hurt the most in the process.
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Alaric Kyyneltya
Novice
Disregard Pegasi, Aquire Wealth
Posts: 64
Profession: Drunken Mercenary
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Alaric
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Post by Alaric Kyyneltya on Jan 23, 2011 15:09:06 GMT -6
Alaric looked at the walls of the city and felt proud to be Illian. After seeing the doors open he rushed into the city looking for the first Tavern in site. Alaric saw David and knew where to go, He was most likely going to go to a bar. Alaric didn't nessecarily want to be around him and knew he was trouble and David wouldn't enjoy it but the thought of food and liqour swayed his mind.
Alaric pushed open the door and saw David sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. Alaric pulled up a chair on the otherside of the bar and gave David a harrasing wink. "You got something to eat around here?" The black haired Illian said. "You got money?" Said the bartender. "Depends on what you give me." Said Alaric. The bartender brought Alaric a bowl of soup and Alaric handed him a gold coin. "i'll take that bottle of Vodka if you dont mind also." Alaric said greedily. Alaric reached into his pocket and was empty but would'nt sleep outside without a drink. The bartender set the bottle on the counter and reached his hand out. Alaric drank the soup out of his bowl and put his hand in his pocket as to reach for change. Suddenly a group of soldiers walked in and caught the bartenders attention but Alaric didn't care to look. He set down his bowl and Reached out for the bottle. Suddenly the soldiers came over laughing "Hey kid! You're the one who got hit in the face! That girl dropped you like a falling rock!" The Soldier exclaimed. Alaric turned around and tapped the hilt of his blade and said "Whats it to you?!" He said Angrily. "Whoaw whoaw calm down, Not alot of people take a hit from a girl and deal with it how you did. Let me buy you a drink." The soldier said. Alaric smirked "How about the bottle?" Alaric felt like he was pushing luck but it was way better than stealing. "Sure but you'll have to tell me why you didn't hit her back?" Said the Soldier. Alaric felt annoyed but couldn't pass the offer. Alaric nodded his head and the Soldier handed the Bartender a couple coins and handed the bottle to Alaric. "i don't hit girls" Alaric said shortly and walked out the door.
The cold felt good against Alarics face and he headed down the street drinking his Well earned bottle. Alaric walked down the street and saw the short kid yell at the blacksmith and started laughing but didn't want to get involved and get hit in the face and not have an excuse to not do anything about it. As alaric looked to his left he was a stable down the street and decided it was better than a bench. He walked down the street and saw two men having a conversation. One didn't look like he was from the area and the other was a Soldier in that pink haired guys army. "you got a light?" Alaric said butting into the conversation while reaching into his sack and pulling out his leather bag of tobbacco.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 23, 2011 15:41:16 GMT -6
"I gathered," replied Richter casually, trying to brush it aside. His mind didn't typically jump to that kind of stuff, all things considered. He looked down at Clair, who seemed fairly eager to spend some time with him. The commander shrugged. Why not?
"I'd enjoy the company," he replied, giving his Assistant Officer a slight grin. "No point in eating alone when you can eat with a friend." The pink haired commander looked over into the city buildings. "So you want to go grab a bite to eat at the tavern?"
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