Yaen
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Post by Yaen on Apr 22, 2011 0:02:05 GMT -6
Yaen grabbed Wein and pulled him close. "Enough." he hissed. "Unless you forgot, my homeland isn't in any better condition! Ostia was a fortress! It's people had armor and strong weapons and ballistae! My people live in tents, and have none of those things! Don't you think I'm worried too?" he asked in a low voice. "Sacae will never fall, not as long as the people of the plains live! You can burn down our fields, burn down our homes, drain our water, fine! We will plant new grass, build new homes, find other lakes to slake our thirst! As long as there are Sacaens, there will always be a Sacae, and as long as there are Ostians, there will always be an Ostia!" With that, he released his friend.
"Huh? A girl?" he turned around, and sure enough, there was a plainswoman. However, she averted her gaze, and started talking to someone else. The man, he was a sight. He was the only one here wearing armor. Perhaps he was some sort of knight, but that armor...
"Wein." Yaen whispered, looking back to the archer. "That man's armor...Do you recognize it? Is that Santaruzian armor?" he asked. He felt a lurching in the bottom of his stomache. No, no, it was all in his head! It was just some man in armor.
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Nathaniel
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Post by Nathaniel on Apr 23, 2011 21:32:35 GMT -6
OoC: Hope it's alright if I jump in.
Ic: Nathaniel had made his way to Santaruz with a group of Mages who used their Magic for a circus act. He had been bluntly kicked out. But what ringleader with a loose daughter didn't expect something of the sort to happen, right? So now he was in a tavern in Santaruz, getting drunk. He sat quietly next to two Men, who seemed to want to make it well known that one was Sacaen, the other Ostian. Nathaniel ordered another glass of Bernese Scotch, yes a glass, when he had asked for a bottle he had been turned down. Nathaniel usually didn't stay quiet in the same place for too long. So when they mentiond a woman, he made sure to look. Why it was Mana. Then he heard the Sacaen man say somwthing about his armor, and he couldn't resist. He leaned in and whispered back, "No, I don't think it is."
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Post by Mana on Apr 23, 2011 22:35:45 GMT -6
Mana glanced at Yaen again, she couldn't resist the temptation to talk to him. He was a Sacaen like her, it had been a long time since she met her countrymen. Then Mana noticed his three swords. "Wow, he must be an incredible swordman. I want to know what his style is. Dual wielding? Or he used his mouth too?" Mana giggled when she imagined Yaen put a swords in his mouth and two hands.
Mana rose from her chair. She walked toward Yaen and Wein, but she actually didn't know what to say to them. She tried to find a good topic, they were both myrmidons so she was considering to ask about sword. When she was just a few feet from him, she got a look of his face. "Wow, he is pretty handsome." The myrmidon suddenly felt awkward, she began to consider to step back although she still didn't stop walking.
"Hi..." The myrmidon finally said it. "I am Mana, a travelling warrior from Sacae." After she said that, she quickly rolled her eyes. She felt a bit nervous, but she didn't understand why.
Then she noticed a familiar face. "Nat? Nathaniel? Is that you?" She asked.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2011 18:13:58 GMT -6
The door to the tavern slowly creaked open, letting in a stray gust of wind. Within the wind there was a slight chill, comparatively to the atmosphere within the humble edifice that the group of people found themselves within. That faint chill hung in the air only for a moment, until it died down from the door resuming its place between the room and world outside. If no one had looked it would have seemed that the door simply opened and closed itself, as preposterous as that may have seemed. Yet, if there was someone who did cast a glance in the direction of the opening, they would have also caught a sight of a blur. This blur came silently and smoothly, but soon halted in the shadows of a corner.
From the corner, there came no sound from the figure. There was only the deeply colored garb that gave any neighboring stranger the information that they were not alone. It was as if the person in that corner was hiding from someone, or something.
That was exactly what the person wanted; to put up a false portrayal to his relatively boring and completely sedentary life. For this person, whose name was Shamus Calen, was actually rather dull when it came to heroism and greatness. He had never accomplished much in his life, yet always wanted to. Because of this, he found that traveling around and putting on false airs gave him a sense of importance. This feeling, like the impression he openly gave to others, was invalid to the truth. So, if one knew of Shamus's true identity, one could make the observation that he was, literally, a lie.
Shamus's eyes scanned the room through the facial garb he kept over his face. He took note of the fellow dwellers within the room, and decided that making them take hint of himself was necessary. From a pocket sewn into his leggings, Shamus brought forth a wooden item. The wood's coloration was also darker, but it had a shine when placed in the light of day. It was his possession that he kept in fine condition. Shamus felt that if his tool was profession is kept well, the producing tunes would also be considered of high quality.
Carefully, the sham of a man slid the flute under his shawl, keeping his face from being exposed to the others. He then placed the flute within his mouth and hands properly, and began to play. The tune was soft and sad, and Shamus closed his eyes to hide his own inner shame. His music drifted to the ears of all in the tavern; none could escape his harmony of dismay.
His mind very much reflected his music, as they contained hope that these people would take heed of Shamus's sad excuse of a calling. Look at me, just standing in a corner, playing music just to get attention. What would they say if they knew me for who I really was? What would... Ma and Pa say...
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on Apr 26, 2011 3:59:35 GMT -6
"I think it is," replied the archer to his friend, slightly inspired by the Sacaen's confidence in life but not quite cheered up. In fact, still pretty far from it. Yaen was talking about countries. Wein wasn't. Whether Ostia ever existed again as a state was of a lesser import to Wein than was the safety of his family. You couldn't rebuild that. "I couldn't be sure. It's been so long since I've been in Santaruz." Wein turned his gaze to Yaen. "Why? You on bad terms with Santaruz?" The Ostian chuckled. "A man wanted by the state?"
Wein, taking a casual glance over his shoulder, noticed the girl, seemingly Sacaen, behind them still hadn't moved. She was staring at Yaen like a young girl would stare at the statue of a bronzed god. She was either infatuated, hadn't seen another Sacaen in months, full of questions, or all three of the former. In any case, it was Yaen she was interested in, so Wein just turned his attention towards the masked man who had just entered the tavern, walked into a corner, and had begun playing music.
His song was sad and dismal. Great, exactly what the Ostian needed, more sadness. Pulling a gold coin out of his pocket, he tossed the tender at the flute player. "Try playing something a little more light hearted. You can't just come into a tavern and play such a melancholy tune."
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Yaen
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Post by Yaen on Apr 30, 2011 13:19:44 GMT -6
Yaen socked Wein in the arm. "No, you dolt." he replied. "And I don't think that's a Santaruzian knight... He looks Bernese..." Yaen added in a hushed voice. There was something in his words that he'd never expressed openly before. Fear.
A female voice pulled Yaen out of his fearful thoughts and made him turn his head. She offered her name, and he was inclined to do the same. "Well met. I am Yaen of the Amasi." he replied with a light bow of his head.
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Post by Mana on Apr 30, 2011 22:53:45 GMT -6
"Come on Mana. Don't act like a nervous girl. Wait...I am a girl...and I think I am nervous too. Aaargh!!! That's not the point. Say something!" Mana had a heavy storm in her mind right now. The myrmydon was trying to figure what to say after the man gave his name. There was one problem, she couldn't think clearly now.
She looked at him again and said, "Eem, I never met another Sacaen since I left Sacae." Mana glanced at his three swords, she then remembered that she wanted to ask about his swords. "Well, those are good swords. Do you use three swords in battle?" She had heard about someone who mastered that style, she forgot his name but she remembered that he was a pirate.
Then, the door flung open suddenly with a loud voice of the slammed door, a man who seemed annoyed kicked the door and walked into the tavern with everyone staring at him but quickly averting their eyes. He had two big men with him, they just followed him inside. They wore a same outfit with some scary-looking guys in the south corner of the room and a group of drunk people near the entrance. The youngest man took Mana's attention. "I think I saw him somewhere. But where? He looks familiar." Mana pushed her brain to work, trying to remember.
"That ****** girl! I swear she will not leave this city!" He and his two bodyguards headed to the bar. That man was grumbling along the way. It seemed someone made him really angry. "She dared to raise weapon in front of me? Fine! She will get what she deserves." He threw himself into the seat as he said. That man and his group sat not far from Mana and the other. "I want my beer! Now!" He shouted to the barman.
"I am sure I know him." Mana put her finger in her chin as she forced her brain to work harder. She stared at the man, looking at his outfit and bandana. But she failed to remember who he was, no matter how hard she tried. Shrugging, Mana gave up. But then, that man looked at her, their eyes met.
His expression changed, he suddenly stood up and glared at the myrmidon. "You! It's you! You are the girl from the bakery!!!" His voice attracted the everyone and they looked at them. Mana immediately recognized this man. "Oh, I remember. You are that cocky man who ran away like a coward. Nuwa, right?" she said casually, not showing a slight care to the man's angry expression. Nuwa's face turned red as he felt people staring to him. "Shu-Shut up! I didn't run. I-I just forgived you that time." He was trying to cover his embarassment by making a good reason, no one would believe him, though.
Then, Nuwa saw some of his underlings inside the tavern, he smirked. "Heh! You will learn to bow your head to me!" He quickly ran toward the armed thugs who seemed to be his underlings, hiding himself behind them. People began to leave the tavern, they didn't want to get involved in the commotion. "Don't kill her, guys. Just give her a lesson."
"What have I done wrong?" Mana frowned and crossed her arms. Those people wanted to capture her or worse, she couldn't stay here. "Sorry, it seems we can't talk now," she said to Yaen and gave Nathaniel a nod before stepping forward, holding the scabbard with one hand. "Uuh, they are too many. I should try to escape instead of fighting them." Mana might be reckless, but she knew her limit, there was 12-14 enemies, she couldn't win.
OoC : I hope you won't mind to have a battle here.
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2011 23:18:31 GMT -6
"Try playing something a little more light hearted. You can't just come into a tavern and play such a melancholy tune."
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From under his facial covering, Shamus slowed his exhaling into the flute. As he did this, letting his saddening tune rest within its own grave, Shamus did not attempt to open his eyes. If he had, the coin tossed in his direction would have been noticed by the musician. However, even as the piece of currency fell to his feet, hastily resting to a completely dead stop, he still gave no outward desire to kneel before the group and retrieve the coin.
I can't play the music I wish to? I can't, eh? And who is he to tell me what I can and can't do? This is just great, I got some know-it-all fighter of some sorts just barking out-...
He let out a sigh of defeat, not wanting to throw himself into a tizzy by some comment from a complete stranger. It would be juvenile, immature. Besides, the guy had no idea who he was anyways. How could he; the mask he wore over himself gave that guarantee.
Shamus's thoughts soon continued. You know what; forget it. He gave me some money, so I should be thankful, actually. Besides, its nothing. I'll just talk to him right back like I know a thing or two more than any other normal guy out there.
The voice that emanated from under the dark shawl was rather ominous and hidden. It was not raspy, and it did not contain any harsh undertone. Yet, if there was a note, one could speculate that the words Shamus held gave the portrayal that he experienced cruel encounters on his journey known as life.
"If I can't play my sad music here," Shamus began, now slowly opening his darkened eyes towards the man who spoke to him, "then where can I tell my sad story that follows with it? Where can I earn money? I can't go many places-... not since my accident..."
After the cut-off in his dialog, his voice deepened with a mixture of sadness and pain. All of which were partial lies. The part in his lie that was actually falsified was why Shamus was there in the first place. The truth; he was ashamed of who he truly was.
Shamus soon looked away from the man, now focusing his attention on a new group of people. A rather rowdy lot at that. The bard's eyes narrowed in suspicion from their new appearances. He -much like everyone else within the area- did not trust in them the idea that they desired tranquility. The musician stayed in his corner, not wanting to draw any undesired attention towards his existence.
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Wein Lowell
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Post by Wein Lowell on May 2, 2011 4:31:37 GMT -6
"I didn't mean it like that," replied Wein to the bard. "Obviously you can play whatever you want, but with times as they are, I'd think something a bit more cheerful would brighten the mood, don't you think?" The archer shrugged, not sure if he was getting his point across. The man didn't exactly respond as he had been hoping.
"I know that, at the very least, I could use a bit of cheering up, but if you're not feeling it I guess it wouldn't make any sense for you to try." With some slight of hand, Wein revealed another coin, pinching it between between his forefinger and his thumb. "But if it's money you're really looking for, I can always throw in a bonus."
Suddenly, however, an extremely large man burst into the bar, shouting and screaming about girls raising their weapons, how much he wanted beer, and how he was the greatest human being in all of Elibe. Well, the last one wasn't quite true, but from the way the man talked and held himself, Wein could infer that if asked, the thug would probably answer as such.
"Uh, Yaen," said Wein, nudging his sword-wielding friend. "Do we get involved?" To tell the truth, the Ostian would have preferred to pick up and leave, but with fourteen guys attacking one, supposedly innocent girl, his good conscience advised him to stay. Despite the fact that Yaen would most likely stay to help his fellow Sacaen, Wein thought it prudent to ask anyways. No need in getting his friend dragged into anything he hadn't been planning on.
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Nathaniel
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Morning Lord, your daughter said there would be eggs?
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Post by Nathaniel on May 2, 2011 14:40:50 GMT -6
Nathaniel smiled at the fact that he was being ignored. He was about to speak to Mana when screaming man of Sacae spoke up. Then after that a group of men entered the bar, looking for trouble. As Nathaniel stood up, they found it.
He stepped in front of Mana lightly squeezing her arm as he passed to show he was available to help. He said, grin showing on his face for the first time in days, "I don't know what the quarrel is, but I hope you realize the odds aren't fair." He couldn't tell how many of the men were armed, but he could see one man seemed to be concealing a blade. He spoke a few words and in a few seconds he had a bright globe in his hand, just large enough for the man to feel the heat like lightning.
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Yaen
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Post by Yaen on May 4, 2011 0:00:29 GMT -6
Yaen shrugged, sipping at his cider. "I'm sure she can handle it." he replied rather whimsically. "If not," he added, "Then we'll swoop in and save the day like big damn heroes." Yaen grinned. "For now, though, I want to enjoy the drink I paid for."
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Post by Mana on May 4, 2011 9:50:03 GMT -6
Mana looked at Nathaniel, the acolyte seemed eager to help her. With Nathaniel's help, she had a chance of winning. The enemies might be just a bunch of untrained thugs, but that didn't make them easy opponents.
"Nat...I appreciate your help, but we are outnumbered. If the situation becomes dangerous, just leave me alone, I will be alright." Of course she was lying, she would probably get out from this place with some cuts and bruises. After saying that, Mana gently pushed Nathaniel aside and drew her sword as she stepped forward. Following her, each one of them took out their swords, axes, knives, weird weapons, etc. "Cover me with your magic," she whispered.
Nuwa laughed when he saw Mana moving closer to them, sword in hand. "Huh, why don't you just surrender, girl? I promise I won't kill you. And you, ****** monk, I hope you are brave enough to face the consequence," he said. Most people in the tavern decided to just leave this place, some brave ones stayed to watch. They knew the girl was in danger but they couldn't risk themselves to help her, not when this man was the opponent.
"Why don't you face me by yourself rather than hiding like a puppy?" Mana threw a taunt. This man was a coward, Mana didn't like him. Nuwa growled as his blood rose to his head, he was provoked by her words. "Get her !!! And also that monk!" He shouted.
Two thugs rushed toward Mana who quickly responded by preparing her sword in her side. Their axes moved slower in her eyes than her teacher and brother's sword or the wolves from ostia, it was easy to dodge them. She just needed to duck a little and the swords didn't even touch her hair. Mana did a wide swing while dodging, her sword made a big cut in their thighs.
There was another two thugs who tried to attack Nathaniel.
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Post by Wein Lowell on May 4, 2011 18:37:48 GMT -6
Wein shrugged, agreeing with the Sacaen and giving his friend a look that said "I guess that makes sense", before leaning back and watching the "show".
There was a lot of bravado, that the archer could see quite clearly, what with this Nuwa's absolute boisterousness and the girl named Mana's biting responses. Wein never really understood all the showmanship. To him, fighting was sort of the last option, and when it was, he preferred to get things done quickly and efficiently. Not particularly the heroic temperament, but then again the Ostian never exactly thought one had to act like a hero to be a hero. If had, he would have gone home ages ago.
The loud man was obviously pissed off at the girl for something. Wein had gathered that the girl had probably kicked the larger man in the posterior at something or another, and now, surrounded by his cronies, Nuwa had come back to comfort his bruised ego, and it looked like his cathartic punching bag was going to be this swordsgirl, Mana. Dumb, really. What did beating up a girl prove other than the fact you were a loser who, well, beats up girls?
She seemed to be handling herself quite well, but then Wein noticed two thugly looking men rush the magic user. The archer wasn't particularly worried, though. Only idiots rushed a magic user who had a spell prepared.
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Nathaniel
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Post by Nathaniel on May 5, 2011 17:02:24 GMT -6
Nathaniel was surprised when both men attacked him at once. No real honor in two warriors attacking one magic user. So Nathaniel brought his hand up, globe still present. He whispered a few words from his book, then the globe shot forward, hitting the enemy with an axe. Nathaniel had no idea why, but the globe had gained power as he had held it. The man was shot back into a table in the bar. Nathaniel hadn't anticipated the power, and he felt a wave of exhaustion come over him.
He had no time to recover and had to dodge a knife from his other attacker. He grabbed the arm that had stabbed for him, he placed his palm on the elbow, and pushed forward quite hard, disproving the notion the man had he was fighting some wussy man of the cloth. Then Nathaniel shouted a few words, "Bolt of DAMNATION!" Not as good as Raining Justice, ehh he'd work on it. Then under his breath he whispered his old spell that made an actual bolt of lightning appear in his hand. He shoved it below the mans arm and into his stomach. That sent the man back, rendered useless with an injured arm. Nathaniel opened his Tome, and looked for a useful spell. He found one and as he looked up saw his axe adversary returning to his feet.
Nathaniel didn't have time to say his spell, so he did the stupidest thing a magic user could do, got closer to his enemy. He bull rushed the man, closing the distance quick. The man swung his axe in a downward arc with his right hand. Nathaniel spun to his right (enemies left) and rammed the man with his shoulder. He sent the man onto his backside again. Then he brought his hands to his chest, through them to the side, then made the light appear in front of the man then shatter on top of him, each price of light exploding as they hit the man. The man died. Nathaniel breathed hard as a burly man with a cleaver walked towards him.
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Post by Mana on May 6, 2011 19:57:10 GMT -6
OoC : Sorry for not waiting, I just wanted to give a chance to be "a big damn hero" ^_^
IC : The two thugs roared in pain, blood pouring out from the wounds in their thighs. Mana jumped and launched two consecutive kick to them, sending them flying toward the mob behind them. "They are weak, probably I will probably be easier than what I expected," she thought while still in midair.
"Can't you beat a little girl???" Angered by the defeat of his underlings, Nuwa ordered four thugs to attack together. They leapt and attacked the myrmidon like wild animals, fast and strong. She managed to parry some blows with her sword but her sword arm began to tremble. Mana was forced to step back to keep the distance between her and the enemies. No one could perfectly parry those attacks at the same time, she could feel her arm muscle ached. She moved in between the tables, it would limit their attacks. It worked, the narrow space between the tables limited their options. One of them tried to attack from the front, he swung his axe vertically.
Mana twirled to dodge the strong blow, the axe crushed the floor with a loud sound. He had an opening, Mana didn't waste the chance and add another spin to strengthen her next attack. Her sword easily slashed through the thug's chest. The wounded thug slumped over the floor, clutching a big wound in his chest. "Tsk...Is that all you can do? Hiding behind them???" she shouted.
"Heh, say what you wanted to say, plain girl. Because it will be your last words." Nuwa laughed after he said the sentence with cocky tone. He then raised his hand as a signal. Mana was distracted by the last attack, she didn't see two of them move to her sides, one on each side. "Now!!!" Following Nuwa's order, the two thugs pushed the tables toward Mana.
Mana felt like want to vomit when the tables clamped her in the middle. Her waist felt hurt, the pain made her body numb for a second. The air left her lungs because of the impact. "Got you!" A thug ran toward her with his big axe in hand. Mana saw him coming from the corner of her eyes, but the best thing she could do now was waiting him to swing his axe. She couldn't move, being pinned like this.
"Grrh...Coward..." Mana muttered under her breath and closed her eyes. "Is it the end? I haven't become a great swordmaster yet," she thought.
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