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Post by Valcrist on May 5, 2011 23:41:03 GMT -6
"Yeah." He chuckled. "Don't worry, I don't do good when I don't have anything to do. I get all agitated and usually begin drawing something. I'm bad at lazing around." That was true, he's never been good at relaxing. Great at being so depressed he couldn't work, but horrible at just sitting around and doing nothing. A good example would be just last night where he spent the entire night maintaining and touching up Marle's armor even though he fixed the problem in about a single hour. He just couldn't leave it at that, he had to fix it up, and finish his drawing. He barely got any sleep last night, he was feeling strangely energetic though. Might be the sudden upswing in fortune.
"It isn't, but I'm used to harsh conditions. Though it's really really really cold. Seriously, I'm surprised how people live up here with a thousand coats..." He cracked a small laugh. "I'm from Nabata, and sometimes it would take a while before any caravans came. We needed to learn to preserve our food stores and only eat out of necessity. It isn't easy storing food in the desert either." He spoke, thinking over his own words. "Still I don't think I've ever been so cold and hungry and tired all at the same time."
"Oh! That reminds me... Do you know Lance-Captain Marle?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on May 5, 2011 23:59:45 GMT -6
"Nabata... Nabata...." Clair knew it was on the map somewhere, but got the distinct feeling that it wasn't anywhere near where she'd traveled before. Which left only a few locations. "That's the desert to the far south, right? You're a long way from home then."
Now, she was getting interested. She'd heard that it was hot enough there to cook breakfast on your armor. That it was a wide sandy expanse for as far as the eyes could see, and then some. But his question stopped the imminent flood of questions.
"Ah... that's right. You were drawing the Lance-Captain, the other night. Yes, I know her." She didn't say how well, that they had gone through basic training together, and forged a close friendship during that time, but the smile that crossed her face on thinking of her friend probably conveyed something of that.
"What of her?"
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Post by Valcrist on May 6, 2011 0:11:05 GMT -6
"Yeah, I live in a border town called Koroda. We got lucky generations ago and found a underground spring to get well water from. Since then we've relied on our artistic skills to trade for food. Chances are most of the ceremonial weapon and armors you've seen came from us, the kind of stuff that you see hanging on walls or being used by nobles. My family in particular." He smiled, it was nice to talk about something he knew about. It circumvented all those silly 'uh's and 'erm's that plagued his speech.
He saw her smile, and he felt relieved. For a moment he was afraid she either didn't know her or, worse yet, was angry at him for mentioning her with the inappropriate title or something. "She's the reason I didn't sleep on the streets last night." He felt calmed. "I don't know if I will see her again before we leave town, especially since I'm going to be busy with setting up my forge. If you happen to see her, could you please tell her I said thanks?" Now he felt embarrassed and little warm under all this cold. "I... uh... mean if that's... alright. You don't have to if you don't want to... I mean, I bet you probably have better things to do Ms. Feldsky. Please forget I said anything." He felt stupid. He looked down, not really wanting to look her in the eyes. Hrm... Nice armor. Oh yeah, he noticed it earlier too. It looks well made... Nice color pattern too, blends well with the snow... Though it made him think lightly of blood.
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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 May 6, 2011 0:14:26 GMT -6
Farlus took some time looking around his small house, almost saying goodbye to his domicile. He wan't normally one for being sentimental, but this house served him well since he first arrived in Edessa. It once belonged to a friend of his and former partner in investigations, Gavril. That was, before he was killed on a job. Farlus felt he was the only one that could keep the house the way Gavril liked it. The white haired mage placed a hand on one of the mahogany support beams that held up the roof over his living room. On the table in the middle sat a framed artist's sketch of him and Gavril. He was one of the few people Farlus was able to be himself around since he lost the Rangers. He picked up the picture and took the sketch out of the frame. Next came the most important thing in his house.
Farlus made his way to his office and study. Sitting in the middle of the bookshelf-lined room was a large and rather expensive looking desk. Sitting in a drawer of that desk was a small box. Farlus took it from the drawer, brushing dust away from the lid, and opened it. Inside was a small silver key. He took the key, placed the box back in the drawer, and closed it. Farlus took the key to a far bookshelf near the door to the room and reached behind the books. His slender hand felt around until it found a long tube for storing scrolls and pulled it out. The mage wiped the dust from it's brass face and inserted the key into a small keyhole. Farlus turned the key until the lock clicked. Suddenly, a small apparatus whirred to life, unsealing the cap on one end. The mage removed the cap and reached one finger inside the opening and pulled out a stack of twelve papers.
Farlus' heart pounded looking at the parchments. On the pages were printed artist renderings of himself and the other Rangers. One on each page. They were old wanted posters. With a long sigh, Farlus placed the posters back in the tube, locked it, and left the room. He said a final goodbye to his home, all the belongings he took with him in a bag slung over his shoulder, and exited the building into the cold.
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Post by Richter Abend on May 6, 2011 0:23:50 GMT -6
Richter watched as Farlus left, then turned to look behind him to see Garith, Valcrist, and Clair all talking. They seemed to be getting along just fine, but seeing the three together, it made the commander feel a bit...alone. Some part of him wanted to go join them, but he couldn't bring himself to. What would he say? Did he actually care about talking with them, or did he just want to feel like he actually had, not just allies, but friends?
Pathetic. Here he was, recognized by the greatest men in Ilia and tasked with bringing an entire nation into reign, but he couldn't help but feeling extremely isolated from his troop. They all looked up to him, sure, and many admired him, yes, but save for Clair, and even her only to an extent, he couldn't seem to relate with anyone on a personal level. In fact, when Mavick had left, Richter had felt more upset that he was losing a tactician than he was upset that Mavick had actually left.
It was at times like this that Richter felt as if his heart had been cut out. Had he spent so many years driven by such a furiously single minded anger that now that he actually tried to be human again, he was terrible at it? As strong as he was, he felt weak. His emotions felt atrophied.
Before he let himself introspect any further, however, the commander dashed the thoughts from his mind. There was no point in getting depressed over something as stupid as this. He'd worry about his personal life when the stability of Elibe wasn't at threat by despots and dictators. Shaking his head in self-chastisement, Richter tossed his cape over his shoulder, and with a flourish headed back to the inn alone.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on May 6, 2011 0:57:50 GMT -6
So... if his family did the finery weapons... could he craft durable pieces, or was it only for show? Well, it wouldn't make much sense for him to take the job if he couldn't smith worth his iron.
Clair hesitated. She hoped to see Marle again before they left, but at this point, with everything suddenly in a headlong rush for the exit, nothing was sure. It was pretty crazy, actually. Oh yeah, and she just remembered that she could now speak with the authority of the High Lord of Illia.
"I'll tell her if I see her." That was really all the pegasus knight could offer. He was right, she had to at least go and show up for that challenge she'd requested, and that might take longer than it took for this army to get moving....
"You're right though. There are some things I should hurry up with. Good luck with setting your forge up."
Clair hurried after Richter and came up alongside her Commander. "You know, I think that blacksmith will be a good addition to the troop. Is everything good with Farlus, Commander?" She guessed that he'd put the man to use, but was interested in just how much use.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 6, 2011 12:11:35 GMT -6
Garith followed slowly listening to the other two talked. He liked listening to Valcrist talking about his past it made him think about his own past a bit. Nabata? Garith had only heard about that place from his father once how he had went there a long time ago to do some important job dealing with some high official from Bern. He figured that Valcrist probably had some impressive drawing skills and that he should ask him one day to draw him something. When he started talking about Marle again and it made Garith a tad irritated. He yawned as they continued walking he had a long day and was getting a bit tired. When Valcrist said something about most ceremonial weapons and armors used by nobles were probably made by people where is his from particularly his family. Wow Garith’s going to be traveling with a master blacksmith how cool. He hoped one day Valcrist would make him something both flashy and useful. He noticed that when Valcrist talked his words would stumble out and he sounded nervous all the time.
He then started thinking about what sort of events he would get himself tied into. Would he go see the world traveling with Richter or would he just see bloody battles and lifeless corpses? Whatever was going to happen he would follow it is his job after all but if Garith had found out something cruel was going on he would opt out. He watched as Clair ran off to talk with Commander Richter, it seemed the two had a friendly relationship or at least they were comfortable around each other. Valcrist and himself were probably the newest members and probably would take the longest to get comfortable around the others, but that was just his opinion. Garith stopped walking for a moment as he noticed a man in a cloak bumped into someone and just keep moving. How rude the man didn’t even stopped to apologize to the young lady he had walked into. Strangely the man walked over to Garith. Garith looked over to see he was kind of far behind the others. He just handed him some parchment that was folded up. He then told him to not let anyone read it. Before he could even say anything to the strange man had already disappeared he never really even saw his face all he saw a scar. That was really, really strange what was going on. Dispite his curiosity to read what the parchment had written on it Garith ran back to catch up with Valcrist.
“Sorry about that Valcrist that man caught my attention and apparently he had something to give me but I don’t know why and it happen so quick she disappeared before I could ask what happened or who he was,” Garith had said when he got back to the group showing Valcrist the parchment.
“Don’t know what’s on it though,” He added.
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Post by Valcrist on May 6, 2011 12:25:01 GMT -6
"Well, if you don't know what's on it, you should read it. That seems like the logical first step." Val smiled. Garith was quiet for most of the conversation, but he got the impression that he's an excitable young man. If only by the tidbits of what he's heard so far, of course Val wasn't exactly the best judge of character... Garith could be ultra serious 'stop laughing or I'll stab you' for all he knew. Clair had run off to do... Richter's second things. Or at least he assumed, she must be close to Richter. She looked like his little sister sometimes, despite the whole not looking alike at all. He didn't know much about this group he was getting into, but hopefully he'd find some where to fit in.
He turned his head back to Garith. "I wonder why he went out of his way to give you something like that? You owe anybody money? In any cults?" He snickered. Valcrist didn't catch who the person was, as he wasn't paying attention. Still it never hurt to be cautious. "Ah well, it's none of my business."
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 6, 2011 13:31:18 GMT -6
Garith laughed a bit at the comment about him owing anyone money or being in a cult. If anything many people in Ilia owe him money for all the free jobs he did and the money he gave away to help others. Valcrist was right the best thing to do is read it so Garith went and unfolded the parchment. As Garith began to read it his mood went from happy and being fine to being angry and in raged. It was a letter from his father Crgyer Valkyrie, it had read that his father had missed him and was extremely sorry for what happened. The events during that night were all a blur to him and he didn't have any control over what he was doing. Garith didn't believe him of course this man who was once is father had brutally murdered his wife and tried to kill his son if it wasn't for Orrith. But, wait it said at the end of all the writting that there's more to Orrith and the Hellbreakers something to do with some Rinko family and Bern Garith really didn't read the ending of it.
Garith finished reading the rest of what his father had written and then looked toward where he the man was once at thinking. It had said that he wanted to meet him soon. Garith then crumpled up the parchment and tossed it over his shoulder like trash. He looked to Vaclrist with a smile on his face.
"It was just some garbage from my father the man who put half this scar of my face," He had said not being affected by what his father had said at all. He looked to where Clair and gone and wondered if this was ever going to come back to haunt him but figured eh what could happen.
"So where are we going?" Garith asked Valcrist as he started walking a bit ahead of him.
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Post by Valcrist on May 6, 2011 13:53:57 GMT -6
"Awfully nonchalant about it aren't you?" He had a bit of a smirk, but it was all in good nature. He didn't know anything about him or his family, so he had no right to say anything. He tossed the letter as if it was just so whatever, he must not have a very good relationship with his father. Didn't he say he'd go out of his way to get revenge on the person who gave him his scar earlier? Something along those lines, so that means he's thinking he might meet him again on the field one day. Well if he didn't want to speak about it, Val wouldn't pry.
"Well, I dunno about you, but I have to set up my forge. I think you need to go report in with the person guy who deals with soldiers and stuff. I dunno what he's called. Oh you mean specifically! It's an inn just down the road, it's where Richter and his company are staying while in town. Or atleast part of his company, all I saw was a lot of drunk soldiers there though." He rambled for a bit before turning his head to look at him again. He shifted his self to renew his grasp on his package, he was getting tired of carrying this thing. It was so cumbersome, there must of been a thousand cloths in here. He couldn't even tell what was supposed to be underneath it all. Probably a sword, but that's because it came from his mother.
"In fact I think we're almost there. Geez this is taking forever." He chuckled. Surprisingly enough Val was in good spirits, which doesn't happen too much being the depressed little teenager he was.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 6, 2011 15:02:48 GMT -6
"Yeah I don't really care for my father anything he has to say to me is nothing," Garith said responding to the whole nonchalant thing. A inn? Garith hoped he would have some time to rest before they left Edessa. He really hoped he would sleep in a comfortable bed with a soft fluffy pillow that would be really nice. He laughed a bit at the drunk soldiers since he had seen some earlier. Valcrist was right it was taking forever to get where they were going but Garith didn't mind it.
"Hey if you need an assistant or just someone to help you set up your forge I could help if you want or do you rather just do it yourself?" Garith said offering his services.
"I won't charge you anything," Garith said laughing a bit.
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Post by Valcrist on May 6, 2011 20:33:31 GMT -6
Val never knew his father, but this wasn't the first time he's saw the position cause more trouble then it's worth. Maybe he was blessed all along? Well, it didn't matter and he couldn't say anything to him. He barely knew the guy, how odd would it be to be all "hurr I have no dad" still it made him unable to understand what he might be going through.
"While I wouldn't turn away the help, chances are you'll be busy. Richter just hired you off the streets. You need to get yourself situated with the other soldiers and junk." His gaze was down and to the snowy ground, instead of the path ahead of him. That was dangerous as it was dumb, but call Val a risktaker. Or call him moody. Yeah, moody fits better. "I also... kinda want to be by myself when we get back. I have a package to open and a letter to read..." After a few quiet and somewhat awkward moments, he finally decided to lift his head, as seriously he was about to run in to someone otherwise. "Thank you for the offer though. Swing by if you ever get the free time, we can spar, or I can bore you with talk about weapons."
"Oh, here we are. I think." He looked at the place. It was missing the soldiers hanging from chandeliers, and halfway blocking the doorway with their drunken bodies. Shame, it added a nice touch. "And... there's my stuff." Outside the inn there was a wagon being loaded. Well there was a few wagons being loaded since the group was leaving soon, but he could pick out what was his. "I'll speak to you later Garith. Congratulations on getting hired."
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on May 6, 2011 21:35:17 GMT -6
Garith waved good-bye to Valcrist as he left to tend to his possesions. He then walked over to the right side of the inn and sat down back leaned up against the wall. He began to think what was he going to plan on doing while employed under Richter. Garith really wanted to prove himself as a skilled swordsman and eventually maybe become well known for is skills with a blade. His attention then went to the gautlent on his right hand. He wanted to figure if the pointed tips on his finger were going to be maybe used in battle if he ever lost his swords. The gautlent made his right hand look like it had claws. He pricked his left shoulder and it began to bleed a bit. It was sharp alright maybe it would come in handy one day but it wasn't as sharp as say a regular blade but it could probably maybe do some damage.
Garith looked up to the sky and let out a small sigh he was tired and wanted to sleep but he thought he probably wouldn't be able to so his thoughts went to other things. He wanted to ask Clair where exactly where they were going. Garith hoped it was somewhere outside of Ilia and somewhere he could see a wyvern he always wanted to see one of those creatures.
Besides wanting to know where they were going he wanted to know what they were going to do. Was this going to be offical Ilian business or it was just some mecenary type mission whatever it was as long as Garith was going to fight and get paid he was going to be fine.
Garith then slowly started dozing off into a deep sleep on the side of the inn.
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Farlus
Mage
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You had better hope I can make use of you.
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Post by Farlus on May 7, 2011 3:40:51 GMT -6
Farlus decided to take one last stroll around his home city. It was probably the last chance he would get to see her for some time, much like his house. Like usual, he strolled the streets, hood over his head of white hair. He concentrated on heating his face with magic as the fur lining beneath his spaulders kept his shoulders warm, the two aforementioned places on his body the only places that ever really got cold. He knew that people were looking at him, not many wear so little in the mountains, but his hood allowed him to keep his vision focused on the gravel road in front of him.
An occasional glance at memorable spots in the city was all he needed. There weren't many places in Eddessa that held too much sentimental value for him. Whatever nostalgia he had for the city were focused on his own home and -
"The library."
Farlus thought aloud to himself as he stopped in front of a gigantic building. It's extravagant pillars at the entrance and large stone sun dial in the courtyard were recognizable by anyone in the city. The mage spent most of his days in the city here studying either magic or the periodicals for his investigations work. However, he knew he had no time to take one last walk through the halls. The smell of the old, worn books and sound of footsteps on the marble floors would have to wait until he returned.
Farlus turned to head back to the inn, saying a silent goodbye to his beloved library. Time passed quickly as he again focused his gaze upon the road. It wasn't long before he heard a familiar voice.
"You know, I think that blacksmith will be a good addition to the troop. Is everything good with Farlus, Commander?"
Farlus raised his hood and spied Clair and Richter making their way to the inn. The mage cleared his throat and put on his usual confident act. He strolled towards the two.
"I believe I can answer that if our fair commander so wishes." Farlus said to Clair, voice fluxuating in pitch to add a certain melodic quality to his speech.
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Marle Daviau
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The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
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Post by Marle Daviau on May 7, 2011 21:38:39 GMT -6
Marle probably was the only Lance Captain here at Edessa, well, that wasn't true, there was one other, but she recognized the voice for sure, after having traveled with the young man for some time into Ilia from Sacae. Her head turned and looked over her shoulder, seeing the small tactician upon his horse come up at a trot. As Marle stopped, so did the whole column, and as the young woman knight saw this, she waved them on to continue.
"Mavick."
She said quite bluntly, but with a hint of surprise. She had expected him to be with Richter, the man was ether alone, or with Richter or Clair, atleast from her own knowledge of his habits. This was a little out of character, or so she thought anyways.
"Is there something you needed, Sir Strategist?"
The title was strange, and she didn't know what to call him other than Mavick, but this would do, unless he protested.
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