Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Feb 5, 2011 22:26:45 GMT -6
Fran stopped staring at the painting when she felt hungry. She hadn't eaten anything since they arrived in Edessa, now the ice dragon would hunt for foods. She wondered, what kind of food this country had. It might be same with Arcadia but there would be a difference because of the culture and the climate in this snow country.
"Hey David. I am hungry." Fran turned to David with a smile. "Lets go to eat. I smelt something delicious before." She tugged his sleeve as she said. This time, she took the lead and...err dragged him, still looking cheerful because she knew she would taste Ilia food soon. The prayers looked at them and shook their heads, they wondered who made this kind of fuss in this holy place. They even mistook them as a couple.
After a few minutes, the pink haired dragon found a place she was looking for. A tavern with a big deer symbol on the entrance. This place was full with customers but they somehow got an empty table. Fran ran first toward the table and grabbed a seat before anyone could do it first.
Soon, a waiter came and handed Fran a list. "Can I help you?"
Fran looked at the list, she knew half of the menu but they seemed different. "Mmm...Do you have a suggestion?" She asked the waiter.
"Well, I suggest our special menu. A soup with deer meat, eggs, and various vegetables, we use special seasoning made in Bern."
Fran just nodded. The waiter smiled again and then turned toward David. "Sir?"
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David Krisby
Mercenary
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"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Feb 5, 2011 23:00:19 GMT -6
David felt like he should get used to being dragged all over the place. Right back where he started too, the tavern filled with soldiers. There were some familiar faces in there as well, but it was hard to focus with the dragon (which he only learned had existed 6 hours ago) dragging him around everywhere.
Eventually, the waiter asked him for something. "Just whiskey, I'm not hungry." While waiting for his drink, he pulled his own flask out of his cloak and took a swig. Definitely the best way to best the Ilian cold.
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Post by Valcrist on Feb 6, 2011 1:02:23 GMT -6
"Ah... I see." He said with a smile and a nod. "Wait, did you say a wyvern matriarch?" He tried not to sound surprised. What was a wyvern matriach... he's never even seen a real wyvern for that matter. They have matriarchs? Well... that makes sense? They lay eggs after all, though what that had to do with anything he didn't know. What was a matriarch anyway? It sounded cool. "Nevermind." He added, shutting down his question because it was dumb.
"Oh, um, s-sure." He grinned back, albeit nervously. He wasn't really used to people showing much interest in him, aside from the curious eye he got over the shoulder here and there. Still it was a welcome development from the cold shoulder he had gotten from everyone else. He was sure it wasn't vindictive or anything, it's just everything is cold in Ilia. "I'm Valcrist Terris." He introduced his self, as it was the only polite thing to do. "I'm sorry if I was bothering you, I just found you an interesting person to draw. That along with your weapon, and I find the best drawing are candid. Otherwise people tend to get really self-conscious and act oddly." He made a few more lines as he spoke, fleshing out the base he already created and adding details. "I will definitely show you when I done. In fact you can keep it if you like it. It's not like I'm having any luck selling these things, and you gave me momentary inspiration. I should thank you actually" He smiled, much more easily. The icky feeling of apprehension the was weighing down upon his chest like a thousand layers of clothing slowly peeled off.
He looked down at his sword as she mentioned it. "Actually... I do. I forged it myself. It's supposed to look ornamental, that's my specialty." Or was, it's been a while since he's made anything STRICTLY ornamental. Nowadays he's sacrificing more and more aesthetics for functionality. He laughed. "Er, but if you took it out of it's sheath the knicks and marks on it would tell a different story. It cuts just as well as any blade however."
"You're with the soldiers, right?" He added, innocently enough. She was talking to the other soldiers earlier, so he assumed.
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Marle Daviau
General
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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Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Feb 6, 2011 1:48:59 GMT -6
Marle seemed genuinely interested in the picture, and nodded her head when he mentioned that she could keep it. A pleasant offer she would definitely keep him to his word on. However, she seemed more focused on his weapon, and could understand. Some thought her Dragonspear the same way, but it had it's uses, and had killed a man already, a very dangerous man at that.
At the mention of being a soldier, she happened to look back at the table she had came from, and chuckled a little, probably best for him to know she wasn't actually one of the leaders of the group.
"Ah, yeah, I am. Nothing big, mind, just a regular soldier with them."
Marle nodded her head, seeming cool. She lied through her teeth almost a little pathologically so, as if she were used to it...that was something a psychopath would do, right? She wasn't a psyco...so it was okay, wasn't it? Gah! Shaking her head, Marle leaned back, and hugged her spear against her chest.
"But yeah, just a regular soldier. Just got back from Sacae, actually. Nice place. Too hot."
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Post by Valcrist on Feb 6, 2011 2:07:39 GMT -6
"Oh really? I just came from Sacae too. Did you pass by Iskin on your way to Edessa?" Iskin being the border town he stayed in and got his coat, also where he was robbed and killed that bandit. "They were talking about how there wasn't a lot of soldiers there because of something to do about bandits or something when I passed through." He tapped his chin slightly in thought. "I don't really know the details." He added with a shrug. Ilia's political climate was one of the many many topics beyond his grasp.
"However..." He moved on and back to his portrait, look at the woman from time to time to get a better look at her features. "If you think Sacae is hot, you should never head to Nabata. You'll be a pile of ashes in seconds. I was kinda chilly in Sacae actually." He chuckled as he continued his work. Probably give her a tan too, the people in Ilia where as white as the snow that covered their land.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 6, 2011 16:02:51 GMT -6
"I'd say so," replied Richter, cutting off the rambling manakete. Marcus always did have a bad habit for talking too much. "I always appreciate the time I get off my feet, so to speak." The tall, pink haired man took another sip of his cider. The warm taste of apple mixing with alcohol dribbled down his throat, warming up his insides.
"How's Ilia?" he asked. "You ever been this far up north before?" Richter imagined that the cold wouldn't have much effect on a dragon. From what he'd picked up, dragons could breathe either fire, ice, or lightning. He wasn't sure if the three were mutually exclusive, but he assumed as much. If all three were whirling around inside them, it would probably cause problems.
If it was true, about the breath, then the ice dragons most likely had no problem with the cold, and the other two probably had some sort of internal furnace. However, dragon anatomy still completely baffled Richter, what with their ability to turn into humans from dragons and back. Were they actually that small, or was it some sort of illusion that made people think they were that small? Or were their bodies being stored in those stones of theirs in some sort of weird magical...well Richter didn't really have a word for it.
The commander stopped. This abstract thinking made his brain hurt. Magic. He'd never understand it.
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
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"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 6, 2011 16:53:51 GMT -6
A mischievous smirk cracked its way across Marissa's face at Clair's suggestion, and after a quick survey of her coinpurse she looked up at Clair and said, "Well since we're stuck here waiting why don't we try walking through the merchant district and see if there's anything worth spending a few gold on? We're in the middle of Ilia so there's bound to be a few fancy mink coats or scarves or such. What do you say?" she proposed, a look of eager anticipation painted all over her face like a hound dog awaiting its morning meal.
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Marle Daviau
General
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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Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Feb 6, 2011 21:59:10 GMT -6
Marle tried to think back on Iskin, did they pass that border town? They probably did, or took a different route...it was hard to remember, Marle and the group had been going at such a hard pace that they had not actually stopped in any town along the way. Speed was a must, and they could not be allowed to dally. Giving Valcrist a shrug of her shoulders, she just could not give him an answer.
"Sorry, can't say I recall any towns...it was a pretty harsh march, especially in so much armor.." The last little bit was more mumbled than anything else. "But yes, soldiers are a little lighter than they should be. Bandit hunting comes at a great cost of resource, and well, Ilia is ripe with them. Many are failed or disgraced mercenaries themselves, from what I gather, or just mercenary bands looking for a little extra dealings in darker things than honest work. Shameless really."
Marle put a lot of insight into something she could probably never truly understand about. She was not a mercenary, and she wasn't paid for a job, but for doing her duty. To her, those were two different things. Sighing, she saw as the bartender finally brought her her brew, and she accepted it from him, allowing Marissa to collect in payment, as she had so graciously offered before.
However, before bringing it to her lips, she smirked, and shuddered a bit, not from cold, but the idea of being in Nabata...especially with her armor on...she could die from that.
"Oh hell no, I would not survive. The heat would get me, or the sun would roast my fair skin before I got very far, I'd think.."
Marle chuckled in amusement of her own fate, but really, that would be a bad way to go, almost as bad as cold and frostbite. Valcrist may not like their pale complexion, but she thought herself beautiful for milky white skin, and would not change that for anything at all.
"So, what are you doing here so far from Nabata? Can't possibly be for sightseeing, there's nothing to see in Ilia after all, and if it was for snow, you definitely didn't need to come so far in!"
With that, Marle took a big gulp of her drink.
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Post by kentaro on Feb 6, 2011 22:13:56 GMT -6
"Ilia...Ilia..." Kentaro had absolutely no idea about where he had currently been located. All he knew was that he had accepted a random offer from a random soldier to journey to a foreign land. Why he had accepted it, not even he had known. It was probably because he had finally grown tired of being tied down to his homeland for all his life, not having a place to test his lance wielding abilities, much like he had when he had battled what he had considered to be a comrade, except for she had stated that she had business somewhere, and ran off, leaving him stranded.
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to take a look around. Sure, I'm not used to this sort of thing, but I've got enough money to support myself...for now that is. It also wouldn't hurt to buy myself another spear. This one's getting kind of rusty." He twirled his weapon around a bit before placing it on his back.
Stomach periodically rumbling softly to himself, Kentaro began to survey his all new surroundings, hoping for a helpful citizen to come along and notice his confused expressions. But it wasn't going as well as he had hoped. Sure, everyone in the area had seemed full of bliss, but the area had also been full of busy people. He'd never even realized just how bustling some places could be.
"Hmmmm...I sure wasn't expecting anything like this," he said while rubbing his head, feeling like a lost cause. Eventually, he gave up on somebody finding him, and decided to cave in and ask the next group of people he came across for information. "Hey there, I hope I'm not interupting anything, but I feel a little lost. Could you offer some help? He called out to a group of nearby people as he approached them.
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Post by Valcrist on Feb 6, 2011 22:51:42 GMT -6
Valcrist listened to what she had to say, slightly nodding along as she talked as if to say he was following her words. It confused him a bit, but he didn't show it or say it, and he wasn't from Ilia so it wasn't really his place to pass judgment. Fallen mercenaries, underhanded dealings, these were foreign concepts that were lost on him. Was it the times that forced them to turn to such things? Hunger, and desire for their daily bread? Or was it simply... greed? These men were living people, just like him, only he could never imagine his self doing such things. It all just felt so alien to him.
"I see, that makes sense." He supposed, even if he wasn't absolutely sure of his own words. "Well, I hope things work out for the best." He smiled a corny little smile, and offered his sentiments that were surely worth nothing. Especially with how often he handed them out. Supply and demand, and the warehouse was simply overflooded with his corny smiles and attempts at kindness.
She drank what the bartender brought to her, and Val sat there with out anything. He left his water over there with the rest of his stuff when He scuttled around trying to catch a good angle. He didn't mind though, he wasn't thirsty... he kinda had to use the bathroom actually.
"Well, I'm basically a blacksmithcicle. I came in here in the first place because I was losing feeling in most of my body." He tried to make a joke, it was bad, but what are you gonna do? He continued working on his drawing, feeling a bit awkward as he worked on her hips. It wasn't anything he ever gave thought to, but with the model right next to him and talking it made it feel a bit creepy. "So I understand what you mean from going to one extreme to the other..." He said offhandedly, not even looking up. "It's really not so bad though. The nights are quite a deal cooler, sometimes it gets quite nippy really." Well of course he'd say that.
He laughed. "Well, I wish I knew that before hand." He looked at her for a second, then back down. Dang, he really wish he knew what a Wyvern looked like. It would be an awesome thing to draw one day. All those scales, plates, and wings. Like drawing his lizard like he used to a long time ago, only much bigger. "I guess sightseeing is the closest thing to call it, though "wandering aimlessly for no particular reason" is also acceptable."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 7, 2011 1:01:30 GMT -6
Clair saw the smirk spread across Marissa's face, and wasn't sure she was quite comfortable with it. She glanced around... and after glancing around more, saw that Richter had disappeared. With Marle otherwise engaged, any reason to stick around had, for the moment, vanished.
"As long as it doesn't get in the way. I'm expecting a summons from the Illian Lords, like Richter is." The blond-haired pegasus rider stood up from her seat, leaving her mostly empty glass on the table. "Regardless, as nice as that coat is, I just need some basic things to wear. Oh, and I want to drop my armor off at the smith for some work, as well."
Clair had never been too interested in prettying, like the other girls she'd met. She'd grown her parents' desire for purposeful items. Still, if she saw something similar to Marle's coat, she'd take a look. It looked very warm, as well as nice, after all....
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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.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Feb 7, 2011 15:26:52 GMT -6
Marle just gave a level gaze to the slightly younger Nabatan. His jokes however seemed a little lost on her. She couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. For the best though, she gave a practiced smile and nodded her head. The ale she was having tasted rather watered down...that would mean that they were running considerably low to be pulling such cheap tactics like that. Marle sighed and gulped another, the feeling of the alcohol wouldn't manifest quickly this way.
She felt rather relaxed, as she sat there beside him, blowing her hair out from infront of her eyes. Thinking back, he did mention he was a blacksmith, and he could really be of use for her. Smirking, she set the now empty mug down on the table, and turned to him.
"You've come quite a long distance to 'wander aimlessly."
Marle gave a final quip as she looked up to her room, and gripped her spear tightly. Pushing off from the bar, she tugged her coat tighter to her body as someone opened the door to the tavern, bringing in the chill of the air. Someone from the crowd bellowed out in a heavy slur.
"SHUT THE DOOR YOU DAMN BASTARD"
A couple of people started to laugh at the tables surrounding the man, and the one who had wandered in sheepishly closed the door. Marle was included in the laugh, until she looked back to Valcrist.
"You mentioned blacksmith. If you have time, could you take a look at my armor for a second? Lately it's been catching when I raise my arm over my head. I'll pay, of course."
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
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"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 7, 2011 21:47:35 GMT -6
Marissa watched as Clair uneasily considered the proposal, and for a brief second feared she had laid the charm on too thick. But then a moment later Clair finally responded, "As long as it doesn't get in the way. I'm expecting a summons from the Illian Lords, like Richter is. Regardless, as nice as that coat is, I just need some basic things to wear. Oh, and I want to drop my armor off at the smith for some work, as well."
Marissa smiled and bolted out of her seat. Placing enough gold coins on the table to pay for the three drinks, she looked up at Clair and said, "Well come on then, what are we waiting for?!? Let's go drop your stuff off at the smithy so we can get some quality girl-time in!"
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Feb 7, 2011 21:50:28 GMT -6
After waiting for fifteen minutes, the waiter came back with a soup and a bottle of whiskey. He put their orders in the table, after that he bowed in a polite manner and left them. "Wow, it looks tasty." Fran grabbed a spoon and tasted the soup. Her cheeks turned red after she did that and her eyes widened. Very spicy! What did the use actually? It couldn't be called human food. Wait, she wasn't human.
Fran took a glass of water and gulped the water quickly. Actually, it wasn't that spicy. It just because Fran really hated spicy foods. After the hot feeling inside her throat disappeared, she calmed down. "Geez. It almost kill me..." She sulked. Her lips became very red which looked sexy.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
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"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Feb 7, 2011 22:03:56 GMT -6
"Hah hah, the food here shouldn't kill you, but there are some places where it's borderline." He drank some of the bottle of whiskey, but put the rest in his cloak for later.
His thoughts turned to what to do next. He hadn't gotten many mercenary jobs lately, and he was running out of cash. He never enjoyed Ilia all too much, so maybe it was time to move somewhere else. He could always do some odd jobs in Bern or something.
"So, what are you doing, Fran? Are you just following this army?" he said, trying not to stare at her face too much.
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