Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jul 19, 2011 19:48:33 GMT -6
Calvin's question was pretty much ignored, but he thought nothing of it, drawing his attention to the current happenings. The male in black hair, with mysterious clothing and a large red cloak, very supicious looking which Cavlin had of course not noticed, was conversing with the young mage who took Isabel's book.
He wasn't really paying attention so missed most of their convorsation, he just saw the man giving her another book and asking for an opinion.
Calvin's gaze shifted, tall man was finally answering red mans question. However one could hardly consider it an answer, as tall man merely procastinated the answer and moved onto a different topic, he too seemed somewhat concerned about Grey man.
At that point Calvin finally realised someone introduced themself, and now red man had the honour of being called by his acctually name. Calvin smiled politely and nodded and Tirion introduced himself and his half sister Kaela, as well as her friend Talia.
The band of mercenaries were quickly growing on Calvin, though he knew few about them the group was made up of a bunch of...colourfull? pesonalities, Calvin knew nothing about siege or battle, but was sure as hell excited about travelling.
A small exchange between Talia and Red Cape man took place but there was only a short minute before Tirion was flung backwards on his chair. The chair burst from the powerful impact, and Tirion now lay on the floor, breathing heeavily and drenched with sweat, with just a few words Tirion instantly fell into a deep sleep.
Upon the impact Calvin was startled, causing him to jump from a fright. He stared at Tirion for about a minute before he realised he was still on the floor. Origionally he thought that Tirion had just... somehow tripped, but without a responce Calvin remained curious, he made his way over to Tirion before squatting and staring at him.
Calvin smiled gently.
"He's sleeping! He looks completely knocked out~! ummmmm.... maybe we should all get some sleep? It's too dark to start travelling..."
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Zeran
The "Before" years
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"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
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Post by Zeran on Jul 19, 2011 20:16:09 GMT -6
((Oh boy, Zeran's cloak is black. The red you are seeing on the mug and likely confusing for a cloak on the battle sprite was a scarf. Definately need to fix that sooner or later....))
Zeran raised an eyebrow at Talia's complete ignorance of him after he allowed her to take the tome. Frowning, Zeran scratched the back of his head as he pondered how such a strange woman could be so interesting. Shrugging it off, but not letting her out of his sight, Zeran looked at her smaller book. A way to analyze ancient script? He would definately have to see if she would let him look through it himself, but after she got some of the translation done.
Looking over to Tirion, Zeran raised an eyebrow in concern for the giant. His expression and body language was weighed down with what looked like tiredness...no fatigue....pain? He couldn't be sure about Tirion's condition, only that he was now in a large change of expression from only a few moments ago. Drunk perhaps? But it was peculiar how someone like him would change so much only after a small amount of beer, at least with what he saw.
"Tirion? Are you oka-"
That was when Tirion's head went backwards and his back arched back, his body perspiring in heavy amounts. What the Hell was going on? Watching for a second, and seeing no response, Zeran stood up and spoke in a louder tone, "Tirion! What the Hell is wro-," just as he fell backwards with his chair, the man's body splintering the chair to pieces with the impact, Tirion's reaction being one of tired, yet fearful alertness. Hearing his last mutterings for the moment, Zeran watched as he fell into unconciousness, and luckily still breathing. Moving over to him, Zeran looked over to his comrades. "Does anyone know what just happened?"
Turning over to another voice, Zeran looked at the young man, Calvin he believed the name was. Frowning at his suggestion, Zeran placed his fingers around his chin as he looked down at the sleeping giant. "Normally I'd disagree due to what just happened, but its probebly for the best since we can't ask Tirion what happened directly. We'll have to wait till morning." Looking over at his comrades, he also asked another important question. "So, who's going to help me get the big guy to his room?"
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
Posts: 28
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Post by Sextimus on Jul 19, 2011 21:43:37 GMT -6
Tim's face grew red the moment Aez tried to pronounce his name. Biting his tongue was all that he could do in order to prevent himself from snapping at Aez. The gray hunter slapped his own face out of embarrassment. It was Sextimus, just Sextimus, an old name, but not all that difficult to pronounce. But curse it all, should you only hear the first bit of it, that was all you'd care to hear.
The gray hunter's pale hand slowly slid from his face. Aez's memory had clearly been affected by the ale, but not enough as it would seem. All it had truly succeeded in doing was bringing the timid bowman a much unwanted uneasiness. The Norricman recognized Tim's appearance, wasn't at all wobbly in his movements, and worst of all, he was conscious. That wretched tavern needed to find some better beer. Something that could wipe a man's memory clean of his past eight hours. And something that could keep him unconscious for sed eight hours. Blasted, useless brew.
The nervous archer found himself staggering back a bit when the Sacaen urged him to tell the truth. It appeared as if Tim wouldn't be able to use a silver tongue to slip out of this uncomfortable exchange. While the lie he had told was a very poor one, he was getting the feeling that Tirion's father would be able to see through any further attempts to mislead him. Tim quickly regained his composure, realizing that he would be able to escape this situation more quickly if he cooperated.
"Well, not that I suppose it's really going to matter, my name is Sextimus. But please!" The gray-haired man said, throwing his hands forward. "Remember it as Tim, it's much easier and well... less difficult to mispronounce. Just, just call me Tim" He said, looking to the side and scrunching his face in an unintended comedic fashion. Tim's eyes wandered about the pitch black streets aimlessly. He was trying to find the best way to word his departure, having originally planned to avoid contact with any of the mercs on his way out. Nothing very good was presenting itself to him though. He turned back to face Aez, his right eyebrow lowered and his tongue poking at the side of his cheek. "But uh, like I said, it's not really worth the trouble of remembering. I uh, wasn't planning on, well what I mean to say is. Um.." The timid mercenary scratched the back of his head. No, that wasn't the right way to say his was quitting, but then again what was? He averted Aez's vision, beginning to of terrible results for confessing his departure. O Elimine protect him, what if this brute charges at him for leaving?! Surely, he would be upset that Tim was abandoning him. Maybe he should run. No, the muscle-bound warrior would overtake him easily. Not only did he have a better trained body, but he was more accustomed to this climate. There was no perfect solution to this situation. "I, I'm leaving. I've chosen to quit this job." He blurted out, thoughtlessly.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jul 22, 2011 10:23:43 GMT -6
OoC: I'm going to be separating Tirion's writing into two parts. One is what Tirion is experiencing in his dream and the other is what he is doing as he sleepwalks around Bulgar. I will distinguished the two with italics. All the italicized text is him in his dream. The regular text is outside of it.
Tirion quickly stood up, called by some feint voice shouting at him. It felt far away, echoing through the cliffs. Hold on. Cliffs? The swordsman looked around to see that he was, indeed, standing on mountain path. Not just any path, either. Tirion stood on Crynnradough Road, the path to the Shrine of the Elder Spirit, a place of worship for his people.
The wind on the path was strong and snow covered the ground. Yet, it was quite warm. Everything about what he was seeing was the path to the shrine, but what he was feeling reminded him of the tavern he was in earlier. In fact. how did he leave the tavern? Or wind up here? A moment of thought caused Tirion to come to the conclusion that this was another vision like what he saw earlier. Though it was much clearer than before. The swordsman took a step to see if he could move about and it worked. His boot sank deep into the snow.
Tirion remarked at how deep the snow happened to be. It must have been at least three feet deep! But then he looked more closely at the trees around him. They, too, were unusually tall. Tirion looked down again and realized that it wasn't everything else that was large, but him that was small. He rubbed his face to check for his beard, but it wasn't there. Not even a hint of facial hair. He wasn't just on Crynnradough Road, he was transported to the ceremonial pilgrimage he took tot he shrine when he was thirteen.
A lump formed in Tirion's throat. For he knew where on the road he was. And what was about to come next. He felt that he would be better off not continuing his trek. He wasn't used to his thirteen year old body and he was rusty with a blade anyway. But something urged him forward.
"Here goes nothin'..." he muttered to himself.
In the tavern, Tirion stood up, eyes still closed, and moved around as if getting used to his surroundings. He completely ignored the voices and calls of his companions as he rubbed his beard and made his way to the door.
"Hrmuf rmphurum..." the Norricman mumbled.
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Aez was surprised by Sextimus' statement. But he knew that there just happened to be people in the world who weren't cut out for battle. Perhaps Tim was one of those people.
"Well, Timmy. That's fine by me." the old man responded. He lit his pipe that he brought out with him and began supporting the tavern wall.
"Yer yer own man. I've no place ta tell ye what ta do." Aez let out a puff of smoke as he spoke, "I don't exactly approve o' ye backin' from a commitment ye set up earlier and I doubt Tirion will either, but we ain't about ta stop ye from goin' 'bout yer way. Just make sure yer less quick ta take a job next time. Ye can get yerself mighty hurt if'n ye back out on tha wrong person."
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jul 22, 2011 13:00:32 GMT -6
((yea sorry about that Zeran, I'll make sure it doesnt happen again))
As Calvin spoke the man in the black cloak turned to him. He placed his fingers around his chin and stared at the sleeping giant. Calvin was glad to hear someone agreed with him, and a sheepish smile broadened across his face. Come morning, the team would finally set off, which also forced Calvin to decide on spending the remainder of his funds on another night at the inn. However just then something odd happened.
Calvin watched as Tirion stood up. The first thing he noticed was that the mans eyes were closed. At this point Calvin was highly confused, who would walk around with their eyes closed?, it baffled him. Tirion rubbed his bear and made his way to the door, mumbling to himself. Calvin shrugged not knowing that Tirion was sleepingwalking, or even what sleepwalking was.
"When did Tirion wake up? Was he even sleeping? Oh well, I guess since he's up and awake we don't have to carry him? Oh! Now we can ask him what happened!"
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Zeran
The "Before" years
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"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
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Post by Zeran on Jul 25, 2011 10:21:53 GMT -6
Zeran jumped a bit as he saw Tirion stand up so quickly after just falling unconcious only a minute ago. However, something wasn't right. "Tirion?" Getting no response from the giant, who merely mumbled to himself and scratched his beard as he walked out, Zeran scratched the back of his head in confusion. Was he still asleep? He hadn't seen this happen before, but he knew the basics of it, sleepwalking.
As Calvin started talking, Zeran shook his head at the young boy. "No we can't ask him. He won't even hear us." Walking after Tirion, Zeran merely said "The best we can do at the moment is to make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble while he's sleepwalking."[/color] Zeran also wondered why this happened now. Did it have something to do with what Tirion went through only a short while ago.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Jul 27, 2011 21:40:38 GMT -6
Tim cocked his head, dumbfounded by the giant's response. "Wait, that's it?" He asked in a heavy confusion. So, he could just go, no argument, no rough housing, no repercussions? Just a quick rebuke, a warning, and he could go? Tim was shocked more then anything. He had thought for sure that Aez would have been more upset with him. Or maybe that had just been Tim being paranoid. But, this was such an abrupt end to something that could have been great. And that was strange. It caused an unexpected pain inside. And for the love of the great Saint, he didn't comprehend what that pain was.
"Um, nevermind. I'm glad you understand, and I'm glad that we could end this on a friendly note." He said, turning and rubbing his mouth. His slid his hand back through his hair, pushing numerous locks out of his dreary eyes. He turned back to meet Aez's gaze. "I pray that your mission goes well, Sacaen. And." He said, pausing, unsure if he should say this next bit as he didn't know if he would mean it. He blinked and shook his doubts out of his mind. "Look after your son, help him strive towards his future, toward his dreams." Tim finished, with a phantom of a smile. Only after saying it, did he realize that his suggestion was questionable in more then one form. He hardly knew this man, and from what he'd seen he had really no proof that Aez wanted what was in Tirion's best interest. He didn't have any proof that he didn't either, but.. damn it all. He just felt as if he needed to say it. To impart this bit of wisdom, to someone it might affect.
Tim leaned against the tavern wall, recollecting his thoughts and the little composure he gather. He closed his eyes, reflecting on his future. Where he would go on from Bulgar? He still wanted to stay in Sacae, to learn about the many tribes there. It was, after all, the reason he headed east after fleeing the farm. But now, it was such a problem to think about it. Everything in Tim's mind was a haze. Just a big jumble that he couldn't sort through. He wished to stop thinking, if but for only a little while. "Don't mind me, I'm just catching a second wind before I head out." The conflicted bowman stated casually.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jul 28, 2011 6:13:06 GMT -6
Tirion walked cautiously out out of the tavern, the light wooden door being swung outward as he passed through the doorway. He mumbled to himself once more. Aez looked over at his son leaving the tavern and stood upright to greet him.
"Oh! Speak his name an' he appears! Tirion, Timmy here wants ta leave. That's okay, right? I mean, the lad never really commited ta anythin' and it's best he leave now before we get goin'..." Aez was cut off by a flash of light accompanied by the sound of metal scraping on metal. Tirion drew his blade and dove in front of Sextimus, slashing at air. He flipped over on to his back as if thrown to the ground and was struggling with some unknown force. A yell of pain later and the norricman seemed to have been able to get whatever it was off of him as he made a throwing motion in Tim's direction. He once again jumped to his feet and stared down the hunter with closed eyes, favoring his shoulder as if it were wounded.
The snow covered mountain made it difficult for young Tirion to see the white coated wolf sneaking up on him. However, having already experienced this event, the boy knew it was coming. A growl echoed from behind him, alerting the young warrior-to-be to it's location. He drew the knife his drill instructor, Halford Jaldniric, gave him to defend himself and dove away from the lunging wolf.
He rolled to face the beast and caught only a glimpse of it's yellow eyes before it leapt at him once again. This time, Tirion was not as quick with the dodge and was pinned by the wolf. Powerful jaws snapped at the boy's head as he struggled to free himself. The wolf's claws dug into his arms, but the pain was nothing compared to what was to come next. After realizing that it was futile to bite it's meal's head, the beast instead clamped down on Tirion's right shoulder. The boy screamed in pain and pushed the wolf off with everything he could muster at the moment.
The beast was flung away, but was still able to stand. But so was Tirion. He stood up and eyed the beast in it's amber gaze.
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Nezuel
Shaman
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Posts: 7
Profession: Shaman
Affinity: Dark
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/thread/3239/nezuel
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Post by Nezuel on Jul 28, 2011 17:42:02 GMT -6
Nezuel sat quietly while the others discussed their plans and issues. It was the duty of a Shaman to be mysterious as it was the duty of a mage to sound knowledgeable and a monk to inspire faith. He even stayed quiet when Tirion was knocked to the ground suddenly. He watched with slight interest wondering if perhaps the red haired man had an illness that he didn't know about. But perhaps he didn't as even the other people around him seemed shocked at his sudden plight. He was no expert on such things so he stayed were he was and kept quiet.
It was only when he moved with his eyes closed outside that he got up and followed after him. His prediction that something bad was going to happen was confirmed when Tirion drew his sword. Nezuel got out his book and prepared a spell just in case he got too close and hurt someone. He would hopefully be able to manipulate a flux spell into something non-lethal enough to not hurt Tirion if the need should arise.
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Calvin Toros
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Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jul 28, 2011 18:55:44 GMT -6
The boy in the cloak shook his head at Calvin. Apparently Tirion wouldn't hear them, Calvin wasn't sure why. Was something wrong with his hearing? It was then he was told Tirion was sleepwalking, and that the best they could do is make suer he didn't get himself in trouble. Although that raised more questions than it answered, like what was sleepwalking? Why was Tirion doing it?... and why wouldn't he hear them? Calvin was still baffled, however after the long trail of thought he finally figured out what sleepwalking was! It finally occured to him that "sleepwalking" meant they were walkign while asleep!
That makes much more sense!...still why don't we just wake him up...
Calvin saw no reason to bring it up just yet. Tirion walked out of the tavern and with a childish grin Calvin followed him outside. Calvin chuckled as Tirion continuously mumbled to himself. As Calvin exited the tavern with sleeping Tirion he saw a man who looked somewhat similair! Calvin didn't know who he was but he seemed friendly. Just then a scraping sound echoed. Calvin didn't know what it was at first but then realised Tirion had just withdrew his weapon. After diving infrotn of the man dressed in grey from ealier, he slashed the air. Calvin clapped his hands with glee, blissfulyl unaware as to what was happening.
He was very much enjoying this display of combat, which then seemed to turn into some sort of a performance. Based on Calvin's background he instantly assumed Tirion was doing some sort of wierd traditional dance, however this thought was pushed aside by the yell of pain, Calvin knew that wasn't Tirion singing off key.
"Tirion? Are you ok?"
Calvin forgot he couldn't him and turned to the cloaked boy for assistance.
"Is he ok? What should we do?"
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Jul 30, 2011 13:57:49 GMT -6
Tim's eye caught Aez as he stood up and looked at the door. O merciful Saint who delights in tormenting him so, why in the world did it have to be Tirion? He was the last, the very last, person that Tim wanted to be reprimanded by. Least Aez would do all of the talking for him. Or so he thought. Just before Aez could finish his sentence, Tirion drew his blade, cutting off the larger Sacaen, and attracting Tim's fully terrified attention.
The scarred hunter's eyes widened, he held his hands, flat and defensively, in front of his chest. Tim placed one foot behind the other as the large Sacaen leaped in front of him. It was amazing how fast the warrior was considering his size. A true balance of power and speed. But Tim had more important things to worry about then admiring this enviable man. For example, he had to focus his attention on the sweeping blade before him.
At this point Tim lost complete control of his legs and fell flat on his butt. By Elimine! This was a bit of an over-reaction to a resignation wasn't it? It wasn't like Tim was a particularly important part of the Norricman's team. “T.. T.. T.. Tirion.” He stuttered. “Wha, what in the world are you doing? I'm just resigning, there's no need to kill me over this!! Just, stop and thi-” The timid archer was cut off by a thud and a howl of pain. Tim watched in amazement as the burly warrior writhed on the floor, apparently in pain. What in all of Elibe was he doing?
Tim slightly pushed himself from the ground, curiously eying the erratic Sacaen as he flailed about. He made a tossing motion in Tim's direction, once more confounding him. Tim's arms failed him as the Sacaen regained his footing and stared down at him. If Tim had not been so worried, then he might have realized that Tirion wasn't trying to hurt him. If he were, then he probably wouldn't have missed with the first stroke. Amidst the confusion and terror, Tim heard a voice say the most enraging and peculiar of things. Was Tirion ok? WAS TIRION OK?! He was trying to kill the fearful archer and yet these bloody bystanders were worried about the Sacaen?! No, damn it all, no! Tim was not going to die like this. He wasn't going to be some random, rejected corpse in the street. He would not die like that!
“T, Tirion!!” The archer yelled, trying to overcome his stutter. He reached for his bow, bypassing all of his fears and restraints. He gripped his iron bow with his right hand, while his left hand fumbled with the arrows in his quiver. “S, stay back!” He ordered.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jul 30, 2011 15:25:55 GMT -6
Voices echoed about the mountains, quiet and difficult to hear. He almost recognized some of them, but they were to distorted to fully grasp who it was that was speaking. Let alone what was being said. unfortunately, Tirion had little time to ponder the voices as the wolf made another lunge at him. Remembering how it went down the last time, the young man ran toward the leaping wolf. He then leapt, right leg extended and left leg curled under, and landed, sliding under the wolf's arc. At the same time, he brought the knife up and into the wolf's throat. The momentum of both Tirion and the beast allowed the dull knife to slip through it's organs and bones, covering Tirion in entrails.
The young man kneeled, breath heavy and heart racing. He looked over at the wolf was it slowly slipped away from the mortal realm. He survived his first battle and had his first source of food since he ran out of the rations he was given. The wolf's pelt would make for a nice coat to break the frigid wind as well.
However, before he could skin and carve his kill, he was held back by some unknown force. It felt like a man was holding him down somehow.
After Tirion leapt at Sextimus and slid off to the side of him, Aez had figured out was was going on. The man rummaged in his pouches as he ran to his son. He put Tirion in a hold under both his arms and produced a lit cone of incense. Tirion struggled, but eventually relaxed and then suddenly went stiff as a board.
Aex pulled his son and propped him up on a wall.
"There, Tirion. Sleep." the old norricman turned to sextimus, "Lower yer bow, boyo. He was just sleepwalkin'. He done it e'r since he were a lad. But he hasn't done it since we met up a while back. I thought he grew out o' it. Anyway, must'a been a bad dream. But!" Aez threw the incense into the air and caught it, letting the hot portion cool in his closed hand, "I got me some good incense made just fer paralyzin' people and as long as yer breathin' it can work on ye. Great fer keepin' sleepwalkers out o' trouble!"
Aez let out a hearty laugh as he walked to Tirion and grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Now someone help me get him ta bed! I doubt these old bones o' mine could carry him there on me lonesome!"
Tirion watched as the mountain disappeared around him. Then he suddenly smelled the familiar scent of sweat, blood, dust, and burning wood. A battle. But it was quiet. He looked around to find that he was on the losing side, piled on top of dead bodies. Tirion's young eyes widened as he realized when it was he was transported to.
Footsteps and armor sounded from behind him. A sudden jolt of fear shot through Tirion's body and froze him on the spot. The young soldier pleaded in his mind.
"Please don' find me! Please don' find me! I wanna go home.... don' find me!"
Tirion lay there, playing dead for what seemed like hours. He buried his head into the dead men to hide the tears of fear from the triumphant Gaul soldiers.
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jul 30, 2011 17:50:40 GMT -6
Calvin was filled with both fear and confusion. The reactions of the man dressed in grey seemed out of the ordinary. Calvin of coursed assumed that he knew Tirion was sleepwalking, so wondered why his reactions were so fearful and drastic, so much so he even pulled a bow at his comrade! The fact sextimus said he was resigning completely slipped past Calvin, he was too busy failing to understand his reactions.
Just then Tirion's sleepwalking antics continued, leaving Calvin a little scared. He leapt at Sextimus and slid off to the side of him. Just then the man who deeply resembled Tirion pulled something from his pockets. He held Tirion under both his arms and lit the material from his pocket, releasing an odd fragrance, although Calvin couldn't get a strong smell of it.
Tirion struggled but eventually fell to a relaxed state. The man lay him up on a wall and told him to sleep. Calvin smiled gently, feeling at ease once more, the red headed man certainly seemed kind. Calvin still didn't understand how he got Tirion to stop without waking him up, but none the less was relieved, so long as he wasn't the one to carry Tirion.
Calvin chuckled nervously.
"I don't think I'm strong enough to lift Mr. Tirion..."
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Aug 1, 2011 14:54:56 GMT -6
The scared archer grinded his teeth as the bear of a Sacaen darted around him. He held his bow up to his chest, and kept an arrow planted on the wooden porch. His breathing increased as he watched the Norric-man's sword dance. While the hunter was gripped by a great fear, he also had this small, suspicious feeling in the back of his mind. The Sacaen's strokes all fell just slightly short of the timid Ilian, as if they were meant to scare and not kill. Was Tirion trying to intimidate him? Was this his way of repaying the Ilian for abandoning them? If Tim had been less concerned for his life, he might have acknowledged that possibility and been offended.
Aez rushed behind Tirion and threw out his arms, holding down his son down in an arm-lock. Tim lightened the grip on his bow, allowing a sense of relief to enter his system. He listened to the father as he explained Tirion's habit of sleep walking. How reassuring, the man didn't want harvest Tim's organs after all. At first that sounded like the best bit of news Tim had heard all day, but then he recalled that Tirion had yet to be informed of Tim's resignation, so Tim didn't know that for sure how radically the Sacaen might act. For all he knew, Tirion would be more then willing to turn Tim into chopped when he learned that he was leaving. So much for good news and feeling reassured.
Still reeling from what he had thought was going to be a bloody battle, Tim placed his weapons back where they belonged. Tim eyed a young orange-haired man, or was it blond? Tim wasn't completely sure. The young man was the one who had expressed concern for Tirion's life, now Tim understood why. Tim puffed out a sigh, trying to relax himself. Since he was abandoning the group he felt that the least he could do was lend Aez a hand in carrying his son. It was rather funny, sometime earlier that day, he tried to do the same thing for the father and son, only that time theie roles had been reversed. "Don't worry about." Tim mumbled in the orange blond bright-haired young man's direction "Here, Aez, let me give you a hand with him. It's the very least I can do, considering everything." He approached the aged, but still very strong Sacaen. He slid one of Tirion's arms over his shoulder, as he had done to Aez earlier that day and looked at the father with his wearied eyes. "Shall we?"
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Zeran
The "Before" years
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"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
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Post by Zeran on Aug 3, 2011 10:29:11 GMT -6
Zeran watched the events unfold, standing quietly as the events unfolded before him. He put his hand to his chin thoughtfully as he watched. Sextimus, who had been outside after his exit apparently, launched arrows at Tirion who had been flailing madly. Not quiet the reaction he had been expecting when he had said they would have to keep him from getting into trouble.
Before he had the chance to intervene, Tirion's father had charged into and pinned him to the wall as he made him inhale some incense that he had carried around. Obviously, even before he had explained, it was apparent that this was a fairly common occurance. But there was still one vital point to it, Wasn't he supposted to have grown out of it? He couldn't help but think that it was somehow connected to what had previously occured inside the bar.
His hand lowering to his scarf as he pulled down on it toughtfully, Zeran walked over to the father with concerns on what had happened inside the bar. "Mr...Aez was it? There's something you should know about what had happened only a few moments ago in the bar." Frowning, Zeran continued, his hand now lowered down to his side, "Tirion had been acting normally until suddenly he had stiffened up like a board, his eyes rolled back into his head, sweating heaviliy, and leaning back in his chair so much that, when he snapped out of it, he fell backwards. This trauma also seemed to be intense enough for him to fall unconcious moments after he fell. Is this another common occurance for him?" Zeran didn't know what to expect, but he hoped it was only a random occurance.
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