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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Apr 15, 2011 22:04:12 GMT -6
As Garith walked through Edessa toward his destination he still noticed many soldiers running around. He began to think maybe there was a war or something along those lines happening. Garith’s oblivious to other things going on around him that don’t concern him. He didn’t know much about politics either but maybe he could get hired and fight for the army. He didn’t care what the army was fighting for he just wanted to get stronger and make a name for himself.
Then he as he reached where the old man had told him to go he felt a sharp pain in his right side. His left hand grabbed hold of the side that hurt and slowly walked inside the building he had reached. As he walked in he pulled down his hood and looked around. It was hot and dark inside the blacksmith’s workshop and Garith could hear the banging of iron and steel. He slowly walked toward the banging noise to find the blacksmith working away forging a sword. Garith backed up a few inches when he saw sparks flying at him. He bumped into a wall, which got the blacksmith’s attention as the man stopped working and looked toward Garith.
“Well boy don’t you look like a beat up rag doll,” The man said as Garith took off the cloak to try and cool off. The blacksmith got up and examined Garith’s clothing and armor.
“So what’s a young lad like you doing here?” The man asked. “I just want a new sword,” Garith answered, his voice low. The blacksmith laughed at Garith’s request and then went back to a chair and sat down.
“Boy from your appearance it looks like you need new everything!” The blacksmith laughed as Garith now embarrassed scanned himself. The man was right, Garith looked liked a beaten up chew toy his clothes was ripped and his armor looked rusted. “Look here’s what I’ll do for you I’ll make you some new armor and a sword that I think will fit you perfectly and I’ll even lower my prices cause it seems you have had some rough times so leave and come back in about a day and I’ll have everything ready for you,” The blacksmith said. Garith thanked the man for his generosity and then left back toward the old man who had been waiting for him. The old healer brought Garith back to the bed and told him to rest and he’ll tell him when the armor was ready for him. Now eager Garith fell asleep with a smile on his face excited for the next day to come. He was lucky that the blacksmith was being so kind to him and thought maybe his luck would turn around.
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 16, 2011 14:14:35 GMT -6
Richter gave Lord Ian a small smirk as he took Lord Bradley's gift, weighing the shield in his hands. "Don't worry, my lord, if nothing went wrong I'd think I'd be doing something wrong," he spoke. "Trouble and I tend to walk hand in hand." After commenting, he looked down at the shield he had just received, observing it. It was considerably large, about the length of one of Richter's legs, and looked to be made of high quality steel. The Ilian crest was engraved on its face, with the resulting grooves in the shield being filled with silver and the rest of bare steel painted red. Richter could tell that the shield had been refurbished recently, but the new paint and gilding could not hide the cuts and scratches in the metal. This really had been Lord Bradley's personal shield.
As the pink haired Ilian looked back up at the red robed lord, a strange feeling washed over him. Was it honor? Richter tried to not let himself get sucked into ceremony, but he couldn't help feeling privileged to hold this shield. The emblems had been merely a business transaction, but this shield seemed more personal. It wasn't just decoration. It had been wielded before. The Abend name, for the first in very long time, was being recognized.
"Thank you my Lord," said Richter, nodding his head. His voice was genuine. "I'll definitely put this shield to good use." And it was true. Combined with his new armor, this shield would definitely augment the rebel commander's vicious, parry-lacking swordsmanship. He gave a slight bow of his head. "I shall be on my way then. I thank you for the audience." Richter motioned for Clair and Farlus to follow him, then headed out of the large doors to the throne room.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Apr 16, 2011 23:58:36 GMT -6
Clair watched as the Illian Lord presented his shield to Commander Richter. It looked quite large and impressive. She'd feel lost about what to do, if she were to spar him while he shielded himself behind that thing.
Giving a small bow, she turned and followed her Commander as he left, quickening her steps to keep up. Her pace constantly seemed a bit rushed these days. She had to step lively to get anywhere as quickly as she wanted.
That had been unexpected. Clair looked down and saw that she was still gripping the talisman which she'd been given. This was amazing. They'd been given an audience with the 5 Illian lords, and then given seals which allowed them to speak with the same authority as Lord Ian. She'd have to do something about getting a secure place for it.
They'd left the main hall before Clair spoke. "Commander...."
What do I do now? She wanted to ask, but she stopped herself from asking that. They were still on duty. On the job. She didn't want to show a complete dependency, or lack of initiative.
"... What next." She finished. Eturia, Illia, and Bern. The scope of national events widened, enveloping the world they lived in.
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 20, 2011 1:16:51 GMT -6
"We head to Bern, that's what," replied Richter, his eyes forward as he strode down the hall, his long, loping steps far out pacing his Assistant Officer. He didn't stop to talk to Clair like he usually did. Too much had been set into motion for him to stop. The pink haired Ilian had been given a heavy responsibility and a trust he had no intention of tarnishing. The gears were in motion. The cogs had begun turning. Richter had finally come full circle. He had left Ilia before with nothing to lose, and now he was leaving it with everything.
Richter's mind wasn't in Ilia right now. It was in Bern. What would he encounter there? Would it be as easy to win over the locals as it was his men? Probably not. Swords would most likely be drawn once or twice, and if they were to be drawn, then so be it. Nothing would stop him now. A vigor had filled Richter to the brim, a positive vigor that the Ilian hadn't felt in years. He felt directed. He felt purposeful. He felt, for the first time in a long while, that he was making progress towards the goal he had originally set out to accomplish all that time ago.
Perhaps liberating Etruria hadn't been his initial aim, but then again, "ending oppression" was such an abstract. No one man could end all of the world's oppression, but Richter had realized he didn't need to. He'd do what he could. This wasn't violent, furious revenge like it had been with Ariston. There was an end in sight. Richter could see what lay beyond the finish line.
Call it optimism, an outlook Richter dared not use often, but perhaps with Bern and Ilia united, and Lycia allied with them, the rebel commander could end Etruria's oppression once and for all. He finally obtained the power. Now he would see his ambition through.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Post by Mavick on Apr 21, 2011 10:03:37 GMT -6
Mavick had been waiting outside the Spire ever since he'd left in such a hurry. Now, with Richter stepping out of the Spire himself, Mavick approached him. The shamans eyes were averted to the ground, his head not as high as he normally held it. "...I suppose this is where we say goodbye, Commander." he said, his eyes venturing up to look at Richter.
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 21, 2011 16:20:47 GMT -6
Richter was, confused. What was wrong with Mavick? What was he talking about? "Goodbye? What do you mean goodbye?" he asked, concerned about the odd behavior of his tactician. Come to think of it, Mavick had acted trangely during the meeting with the lords, rushing out in a hurry, but Richter couldn't imagine why the caustic little tactician would be getting cold feet, if that's even what this was.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Etruria Fame: -2
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Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Apr 21, 2011 23:50:48 GMT -6
Mavick sighed. "Exactly what I said. Goodbye. Farewell. So long. Good luck. Boun biatcho." he replied, some of his sarcastic nature seeping through even now. "I'm sorry, Commander, but I will not be going with you." Mavick admitted. "I cannot - I will not help deny another country it's freedom. Not for you, not for the Illian lords, not for anyone. It is not the Ostian way. It is not my way." Mavick asserted. "I respect you, Richter, but even so, I cannot condone this. You will do what you will, but you will do it without me."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Apr 22, 2011 0:33:47 GMT -6
Clair's jaw would have dropped, had she been the type to telegraph motions in such obvious ways. Mavick quitting was like... like... the moon failing to shine. It was inconceivable for her to even consider. He'd been with them for so long now, and he was just... leaving!
"Mavick!" She was angry at his decision, but she realized that what he said was true. He didn't have the same reasons she did for this, which stopped her tongue. All she could do was work her jaw and make frustrated faces.
To her, the situation in Bern seemed normal. It had been a part of her life since she was only thirteen years old, but Mavick was not a part of Illia. He'd not been raised here, and didn't have the same loyalty to the snowy nation as had developed in Clair. Apparently, even his friendship with Richter wasn't enough to convince him other wise. Despite respecting his right to make the decision, she still felt a tinge of betrayal.
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 22, 2011 19:19:29 GMT -6
Richter held out his hand, staying Clair as she shouted. So that's what it was. He understood her feelings, as he himself felt them as well, but the fact of the matter was that Mavick's behavior wasn't unreasonable, and he was making his choice. Richter never, not ever, denied a person their choice. It was his way.
"I never thought you of all people would have such a shortsighted definition of freedom," replied the pink haired commander, coolly. "If I remember correctly, you once said you'd be satisfied with watching the world burn." He had always known the Ostian not to be so callous, but Richter tried to hide the look in his eye that said "I told you so", not sure how successful he was. "But I know arguing semantics with you is, to be quite honest, stupid as we both have a bit of a necessity to be right, so if you want to leave, then go. I won't drag this out."
With a bow of his head, the commander brushed past the shorter man, walking back towards the tavern where his men would be assembling. As much as he hated to say it, he didn't have time for this. "Business is business and you're a respectable business man. Besides, I can always find another tactician."
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Farlus
Mage
[M:0]
You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on Apr 24, 2011 15:35:47 GMT -6
The smaller details of the discussion at hand were a bit over Farlus' head, but it was apparent to him what was going on. The party was losing their tactician and apparently their accountant as well. Not to mention a long time friend. At least, with the way Richter and Mavick spoke to each other, it seemed they were old friends. He pondered the current situation.
So no Samuel. Well this will complicate things. Unless...
Farlus stepped forward. He had learned quite a bit of tactics from Samuel. In fact, he was learning so much from him so he could replace him in the event that he were struck down. It was a policy that every role in the Rangers' had two possible candidate in case they lost one. However, he caught himself as he realized offering to replace Mavick so soon could poke a nerve. As soon as Farlus saw Richter's face and examined the inflections in his voice, he knew this was a very touchy situation. He seriously did not want to fall out of his commander's favor so soon into his time under him.
He sighed and stepped to the side instead, attempting to play off his stepping forward as just him looking at the skyline.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Apr 25, 2011 20:56:04 GMT -6
Clair waited for Richter to brush past as she stood, a few inches taller than he short, purple-haired man. She thought of what there was to say. Richter had left out quite a bit, it seemed.
"Mavick... I appreciate your help, and take care of yourself, ok...." She smiled a bit, the initial anger of his leaving giving way to a desire to part well.
"Remember to find cover if you find yourself on the receiving end of any more Etrurian bombardments." She couldn't help but laugh a bit as she remembered the ragtag groups evacuation as they pushed out of the Ostian city right before it received another volley of fire.
She stood a moment more, reminiscing, before she continued on her way. "I need to go. The Commander needs me." Despite her best efforts, the blond-haired air knight couldn't keep a little of her former resentment from creeping back into her voice. She hoped he wouldn't be too offended.
She looked back to where Farlus seemed to have stepped out of the vicinity. She was pretty sure he'd follow. He seemed eager to prove himself to the group.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Apr 26, 2011 18:07:27 GMT -6
"Tell you what, Fran." David put his arm around the petite dragon girl. "If we make it out of this war alive, I'll take you around every place I know. The biggest human cities in all of Elibe. That's what you wanted, right? To see the world, it's everyone's dream. Well, I've seen the world. It didn't impress me the first time, but maybe it will the second."
David took his arm back to twiddle his thumbs. It was taking awhile for the commander to get back, he sure was taking his sweet time up with the leaders. David figured they were holding him up with something of minor importance.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Apr 27, 2011 14:59:40 GMT -6
Garith was awoken by the old healer a few times while he was sleeping. The old healer woke him up to drink some, what Garith thinks are liquid medicines. He wasn’t feeling bad anymore probably due to the magic healing powers of the staff that old man was using, Garith couldn’t really stay asleep.
“Hey how long have I been asleep?” Garith asked as he sat up in the bed he was sleeping in most of his bandages taken off. Garith was extremely eager to get his new equipment he wondered what the blacksmith had in store for him. He was lucky that the blacksmith was being kind.
“Not long,” The elderly healer said. Garith let out a loud groan and fell back into the bed. The day was going by so slowly and the waiting was killing him. Then the blacksmith came walking in with a large smile on his face.
“I’ve done it and I made this armor faster than any I’ve done before….besides the fact that some…well most of the armor I had already made but haven’t sold to anyone and I think it would fit you perfectly,” The blacksmith said as he moved his head as a gesture of “let’s go.” Garith quickly jumped out of the bed and followed the blacksmith.
Once they were inside the blacksmith’s workshop he showed Garith a room where he could change to the new armor and clothes that was all inside. He walked into the room which was surprisingly smaller then he thought to see the armor hanging on the wall. Garith took down all the armor took off his old and put on the new. Garith then went to look into the large mirror that was in the room to see what he now looked like.
The new armor was all a grayish color and seemed very light. He was wearing a new grayish chest plate that had a small symbol of a grayish black mixed color wolf head on the top right side. Under the chest plate he was playing a jet black sleeveless shirt. Garith also had put on two new pauldrons. He was also now wearing two grayish gauntlets. The one on his right hand at the finger tips were pointed a bit kind of like claws. They really didn’t cover much of his arms but Garith didn’t care for it. In fact they were short. Well the right one was a bit longer on his arm then the left one. He didn’t have any armor on his legs just black pants and black boots.
“Ah! Don’t you look good?!” The blacksmith exclaimed as Garith steeped out of the room. The blacksmith had then walked off to the back of his workshop to go find something.
“Well I feel like new but don’t you think now real armor would have cover on my arms wouldn't this armor make me vulnerable?” Garith said trying not to sound rude. He then stretched out and moved around a bit to get used to the new armor and clothes. He then wondered why no one would by this armor maybe the lack of a lot of armor threw them off.
“Ah! Here we go I have two weapons of my best craftsmanship that I want to give to you anyway if you're a good swordsmen you won't need any armor your enemy shouldn't even touch you,” The blacksmith said as he came back. He was caring a about normal sized sword and an really large broadsword it looked bigger than Garith himself.
The blacksmith put the two swords onto a table and walked off somewhere else. Garith walked to the table to examine the swords. The normal sized sword didn’t have a guard to it and the blade kind of looked like a triangle wide at the base and skinny to the tip which looked extremely sharp. The large broadsword’s blade was very wide and it was a grayish color except for a bit of the right side of the blade to the tip which looked like stainless steel. To think of it the tip was only on the left side of the blade. The blacksmith now came back caring the sheath’s to the swords and handed them to Garith.
“Aren’t they beautiful? The white one is called Uprising and the broadsword which is a prototype of one I’m in the process of making its called Fenrir,” The blacksmith said as he sat down in a chair. Garith then strapped the smaller sword’s sheath to the right side of his hip and the large broadsword went on his back where it was going diagonally to the left. The broadsword was surprisingly not really heavy though it was even taller than Garith.
“I’m making a more superior version of that broadsword and well send it to you when ever it’s done so keep me posted on where you’re at. Speaking of which what are you planning to do with all my equipment?” The blacksmith asked as he leaned back in his chair. Garith not really sure himself leaned back against the nearest wall let out a sigh and looked toward the blacksmith.
“Well truthfully I have no idea…..But I plan on joining up with the army that seems to be stationed here just to make some money and make a name for myself,” Garith answered. The blacksmith then let out a loud laugh and then turned back to Garith.
“You sound just like any young soldier “I want to make a name for myself” so typical,” The blacksmith laughed. This annoyed Garith he didn’t think it was funny he really wanted to prove himself to everyone that he was strong. The blacksmith then told Garith that fighting is pointless unless you got something or someone worth fighting for. This got to Garith he didn’t have anyone or thing to fight for no one back at home or anyone to really prove himself to.
“I’m doing this for myself I want to get stronger so I can protect others,” Garith snapped back.
“There’s your reason for fighting to prove your strength to yourself not the greatest reason I’ve ever head but it’s ok,” The man said.
“Fine then I’ll keep fighting so I can find a reason,” Garith said firmly.
“Great kid you know I’ll let you keep all that armor for 60 pieces of gold and if you want to join this army I suggest you talk to the commander,” The blacksmith said as he stood up and went to forging more weapons.
Garith didn’t have any money one him or that’s what he thought. He heard something make a faint bang noise coming from the room where he changed. Garith walked back in there to find a small bag tied up lying where his old armor was. He picked it up and that said a note saying from Queht on it. Quickly, he opened it to find what he counted one hundred fifteenth pieces of gold. Queht must have slipped this in his clothes when he was helping him walk. Feeling lucky and better than ever Garith walked back to the blacksmith handed him the money thanked him and told him he would keep him posted so he would know where to send the new and improved Fenrir. He then stepped outside looked toward the sky and thought maybe if he found Richter he could get hired in. The day was almost over judging by the position of the sun and Garith wanted to find Richter before the next day came.
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Apr 28, 2011 23:00:09 GMT -6
Fran was a bit embarrassed when she felt his touch on her skin. But she felt glad that David seemed better now. He looked gloomy before, his past might be the cause. ran just smiled while David was telling her that he wanted to take her many interesting places. Yes, that was her reason to leave Arcadia, to see the world.
"Don't worry. We will," she said, smiling. Inside, she felt a pain in her heart. A war wasn't something she wanted to see, but she couldn't leave Marcus and David here. She could persuade David to leave the army, he didn't have any obligation to help, after all. But Marcus was different, he probably wouldn't leave Richter.
And, she would learn the cause of this war if she stayed, if she could learn the reason of the fighting, she could help to find a way to stop the bloodshed.
"I heard we would depart soon. Oh, I will miss this city," she said.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Etruria Fame: -2
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Post by Mavick on Apr 30, 2011 13:11:51 GMT -6
Mavick nodded. "Take care, Richter." he replied. "And I hope you're as rooted in your beliefs as you seem. It's easy to keep your head high when you're killing trained soldiers attacking innocent people...Not so much when you're fighting bands of militiamen in a country that thinks you're the tyrant."
Mavick offered Clair a nod. "Take care, Officer Feldsky. It's been a pleasure knowing you." he said. "...And if you see my brother in Bern, tell him his little brother sends his love." Mavick added, before taking his own leave of them.
Once out of earshot, he let out a deep sigh and watched his hot breath disappear. "What will I do now?" he asked himself. "...I wonder if that woman, Lance-Captain Marle, has need of a staff officer..." Mavick wondered, heading back to town.
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