Wein Lowell
Sniper
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Post by Wein Lowell on May 8, 2011 12:24:20 GMT -6
Uh oh, this wasn't looking good. Three on one? Not fair at all. As the swordsgirl, so confident and quite skilled, was pincered in between two tables, Wein could only flinch. That had to hurt. Mana's faces bore a painful grimace, and one could see the air get knocked out of her. She wouldn't be able to react in time to stop the larger Nuwa from chopping her in two, and the light mage was dealing with his own looming threat. Seeing as how Nathaniel, that was the light mage if the archer heard correctly, was in a slightly less imminent threat of death, Wein locked onto Nuwa as his target.
Still sitting on the barstool, Wein gripped the bar counter and pushed, swiveling himself around to face the action. Drawing an arrow and knocking it into his bow, the Ostian took a half-second to calibrate his aim. There was no wind resistance and almost no arc trajectory to calculate, considering the location and the twenty foot distance, so this would be a considerably easy shot. In fact, it was going to be too easy.
The arrow loosed from its bow, the wooden shaft cut through the air and found its home in the side of Nuwa's head, burrowing into his temple. The man dropped his axe, letting loose a single, abrupt howl before his body slumped dead to the ground. The rest of the thugly men began to yell as their gloriously foul leader met his completely unexpected end. After all, who would have expected the archer to join in on the fight? Well, Wein would have expected, but he guessed his brain was considerably more exercised than the minds of these goons.
With the impending rage threatening the swordsgirl, the light mage, and now one "innocent" bystander, the archer tapped Yaen on the shoulder. "I think nows the time to be a hero, bud," said the Ostian, a hint of nervousness in his voice. After all, it was easy for Wein to drop an unsuspecting thug from a small distance, but his weapon was far less effective when getting rushed by swords and axes.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
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Profession: Vagabond
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Post by Yaen on May 8, 2011 16:10:31 GMT -6
Yaen remained perfectly calm and continued drinking while Wein took his shot. He casually drained the glass then set it down on the counter. "Another one, please. Just leave it on the table." He stated, before turning around in his stool. He stood up and took two steps forward. His face was a complete blank. His eyes were half-lidded and empty. The time for jokes and chatter was over. Yaen could feel the sword calling his name.
"Those of you..." he began in a calm monotone, his right hand steading the scabbard of the sword at his right hip, "Who do not wish to die..." His left hand rested on the swords hilt, "May leave." His grip tightened, and he released the first inch of the blade. "For those of you who choose to stay..." He could feel the sword calling him, with a sweet song only he could hear. "I will carve my symphony into your flesh." He remained perfectly motionless, daring them to attack.
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Post by Mana on May 11, 2011 9:47:41 GMT -6
The thugs couldn't move in front of the intimidating presence of the two strangers who joined the fray. One of them had killed their leader and the other one were trying to threaten them. Without their leader, they were just a bunch of chickens in front of these wolves. They were superior in number, but not in skill.
Mana hadn't been completely recovered, but her anger helped her forget the pain. Taking a chance when the thugs focused their attentions to Yaen and Wein, she broke free and jumped onto the table. Upon landing, she could feel her own blood inside her mouth. The impact might have given her internal wound. "You...!!! Coward!!!" The two thugs who pinned her with tables were surprised, they didn't expect her to break free. Mana did an unexpected move, she swung her sword in a wide half-round arc, slashing the two thugs in their faces. They fell to the floor.
"I were trying not to kill you before! But now I am serious!!!" Mana shouted, one could tell that she was being burned by rage now. Her word wasn't a threat, she really wanted to kill all of them.
"R-Run for your life!!!" A thug started to run outside, leaving the other behind. Soon, the others followed him, running toward the door with a fear of being killed. They rushed out from the tavern to find someplace safe.
"You will regret it!!! You don't know who you are messing with!!!" One of them stayed to grab Nuwa's body and took him outside before he fell to the angry myrmidon's sword.
"Uugh..." Still on the table, Mana fell to her knees. She still felt dizzy. The myrmidon glanced to Wein, she knew it was him who saved her. "Thank you. I will repay you someday."
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Wein Lowell
Sniper
The Noble Arrow
If you're a glory hound, then I'm king of the glory hounds
Posts: 268
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Post by Wein Lowell on May 12, 2011 22:06:01 GMT -6
"No thanks require, milday," said Wein, moving over to Mana and offering her a hand. "After all, it wasn't me who scared off all of those dregs." The archer gave Yaen a sideways glance before turning his gaze back to Mana. "My name is Wein Lowell, and your name is Mana, I take it?" The Ostian looked the girl up and down. She was definitely a Sacaen, and an injured one at that. "Do you have a last name, or is that something the plains people have found no need for?"
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Yaen
Swordmaster
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Post by Yaen on May 13, 2011 0:28:31 GMT -6
Yaen released his sword and regarded Mana with a calm stare. "You should keep your emotions in check. Anger leads to stupidity. Stupidity leads to an early grave." He warned, that sagely wisdom yet again rearing it's ugly head.
Wein's inquiry made him quirk a brow. "You never asked if I had a last name." he pointed out, as if offended. "I don't, but you could have asked. Most Sacaens adopt their tribes name in place of a surname." Really, the only Sacaens he knew of that had last names were...well, none, though he supposed half-Sacaens had them.
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Post by Mana on May 13, 2011 21:06:30 GMT -6
Mana wiped blood in her lips with the back of her hand before stretching the other hand to take Wein's hand. She then jumped down from the table, almost lost her balance when landing, her head and stomach didn't feel well. It seemed she was going to vomit her breakfast, her stomach was still aching.
"Yes, I am Mana. And like he said, I don't have a last name. At least, my mother never told me I had one. My tribe name was Hawkeye," she had a sour expression when she said it. Her tribe was no longer in this world, she was the last. Remembering it made her sad, and angry at the same time.
"And..." She looked sullen. "Sorry, I am always short-tempered, but I think it was their fault too..." Mana began to feel angry when they ganged up on her. That was a coward act for Mana, who was trained to fight fair like a true warrior. Her master always told her to honor a duel.
"Anyway, thanks again for your help. Honestly, I almost gave up when that guy were going to kill me with his big axe," she said, smiling to both Yaen and Wein.
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Wein Lowell
Sniper
The Noble Arrow
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Posts: 268
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Post by Wein Lowell on May 14, 2011 22:16:20 GMT -6
Wein shot Yaen an apologetic look. He hadn't meant to offend by any means.
"I assumed as such," he said to his swordsman traveling mate, shrugging. "I'm not a scholar for nothing, you know." He'd read enough books to know that virtually all Sacaen's didn't take a surname, but he had found it polite to ask anyways. Besides, for all he could have known, she could have been a Sacaen girl adopted by Lycians, or maybe a half-Sacaen, half-Bernese girl. Judging by the tone of her skin and the color of her eyes and hair, the probability of either of those options had been quite low, but then again politeness didn't revolve around probability. His gaze flitted back to Mana.
"But like I said before, no thanks is needed. If I had let him kill you, it wouldn't make me a very good person, now would it?"
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
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Profession: Vagabond
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Post by Yaen on May 15, 2011 18:56:25 GMT -6
"It doesn't matter who's fault it is when you're dead." Yaen replied to Mana, again growing serious. "That weapon you're holding isn't some sharpened piece of metal meant to be swung around mindlessly. It's a tool of art, as much as any instrument or paint brush, and it deserves to be handled and respected as such." he lectured. Hearing a mug clunk down behind him, Yaen turned around and sat back on his stool to tend to the large, cold mug of cider he had ordered.
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Nathaniel
Monk
Morning Lord, your daughter said there would be eggs?
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Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Nathaniel on May 15, 2011 18:59:07 GMT -6
While the shot had been fired and the greetings and igoring Nathaniel was happening, Nathaniel was getting his ass handed to him by a large man with a giant cleaver. Nathaniel had been preparing a spell, when the man charged and rammed him into a wall. Now Nathaniel had been almost three feet from the wall, and he was a prtty balanced guy, so for him to be shot back show the force large man with a giant cleaver used. The man dropped his cleaver choosing to beat Nathaniel with his own hands to truly feel he was the one inflicting pain.
He picked up Nathaniel by the forearm and literally shook him as if looking for something. Nathaniel felt his tome fall from the tuck he had perserved in his robes for it. Nataniel had no idea what the man did with it because he was thrown into a wall. He rested for a few seconds with his face in the floor. But then he was lifted by his ankle and elbow. He was probably about to be thrown again,then he heard a yell. The large man with Nathaniel stopped moving and looked towards the source of the noise. Nathaniel also turned his head to see. Then, "R-Run for your life!!!"
Nathaniel felt himself fall, and watched as the man who had taken his weapon fled from the tavern. Nathaniel waited til a rhetorical question was asked, then said, "Ow," and got up. He walked over to the bar and took his old seat, tapping weakly on the bar to signal for another glass. Once he got one the warm liquid made his body feel rejuvinated. He turned with a grin, despite loosing his book of spells, and said, "Thanks for the assist M'mate. I'm sure your name's been mentioned while I wasn't around to hear it." He winked at Mana his grin growing.
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Post by Mana on May 15, 2011 19:50:08 GMT -6
The archer seemed more gentle and polite, and the swordman was more intimidating and direct, at least that was what Mana thought. They looked like a good combination.
"I knew..." Mana looked down, sulking. He wasn't the first one who said it, her teacher and her mother had told her several times a few years ago. Sighing, she remembered how they told her about her emotion being uncontrolled in battle. Mana might have enough skill, but she needed more experience. And she needed to keep her emotion in check, like what he said.
"Heh...It has been a long time since someone scolded me for what I did. Not to mention that I just met you a few minutes ago," she said, half giggling. It felt nice to have someone telling you what right sometimes. She had been alone for a while, it was nice to have someone to talk with. "But...it worked, right? At least I managed to turn them away. With your helps, of course," she said as she glanced to both men.
"Nat!" She gasped. She totally forgot about him. "Glad, you are survived too." The monk looked pretty tired actually, and he had some bruises. "Think about it, it has been a long time since we left the ruin," she said.
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Post by Mana on May 21, 2011 16:11:24 GMT -6
The bar owner just watched them chatting with a worried look. They had to be strangers, those people didn't seem to know who Nuwa was. They didn't understand that what they had done would bring disaster to them, or this town. He turned his attention at the pool of blood in the floor. Nuwa, the man who no one dared to oppose had been dead, killed by an arrow. It wasn't the end, there was someone else who was more dangerous. His father would definitely come after he heard the dead of her son from those thugs.
"These people is going to get more trouble," he said as he opened a shelf, looking for a key. He found it and quickly dashed to a door in the corner which led to the basement. He didn't waste time, the metal key entered the keyhole and made a click sound. The bar owner grabbed the iron ring attached to the door and pulled it open.
"All of you! Get inside! Quickly!" he shouted.
Mana turned around and said, "Hmm? Did you mean us?", she asked confusedly. "Yes! You! And them!" He got up to his feet and ran toward Mana. The Sacaen girl flinched when his big hand grabbed her arm. His grip was strong, Mana could break free. "Hey, what do you think you are doing? It's hurt!" she said as she tried to get away, but this man was strong enough to drag her with just one hand. Mana didn't know what to do and just followed him, it would be hurt for her arm if she tried otherwise.
Mana was dragged into the basement, she didn't even get a chance to look back. She didn't know if the others were following or not. They descended the stairs in darkness, it seemed the man had used with this condition, but Mana was tripped many times. "Hey! Slow down, old man!" Her voice didn't stop the man from dragging her, he even increased his pace.
They arrived in a room full with barrels and crates. Mana could smell strong alcohol scent, she began to feel dizzy. She never tried alcohol, even the scent could make her drunk.
"We are safe here. Sorry for that..." he stopped walking and released his grip. He then turned to face Mana and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Trust me! It's for your own safety," he left as soon as he said, ascending the stairs with hurry.
"W-What the..." Mana just stood there. Everything moved so fast, she couldn't grasp what actually happened. And this alcohol scent made everything worse.
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Post by Mana on May 23, 2011 21:54:23 GMT -6
The thugs carried Nuwa' body to his father, Melvin, a man who owned the mercenary guild in the city. His eyes widened at the arrival of his dead son, he got up from his chair and clenched his fists, his body was trembling with great anger. "Who?" His tone demanded a quick answer, the thugs suddenly wanted to run away. This man looked like a demon when he was angry. Anyone could tell how many times he had escaped death just by looking at numerous scars on his body. His right eye was blind, a proof of his fight with a strong enemy who slashed his eye before the mercenary killed him with a strong thrust into his chest.
"A-a swordgirl...And a-an archer..." One of the thugs spoke for his friends. They were scared and couldn't say anything under this intimidating aura, and Melvin's mercenaries were surrounding them too which added more pressure. Melvin glared at them, all the thugs lowered their heads, no one dared to look to his eyes.
"Men!" Melvin shouted. "Take these guys with you and go to the tavern. Look for anyone responsible for my son's death. Give them no mercy!" He drew his silver blade then crushed a table beside him with one blow.
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"Use this," the bar owner gave Mana a cloak. Mana who was still a little dizzy because of the strong alcohol scent wore it without protest. "Listen. See that door over there. That door leads to an old tunnel, my grandfather made it 50 years ago, don't know why he did," he said. "Anyway, you and your friends should use it to escape, the tunnel ends in a mill outside the town."
"Escape? From what?" Mana asked, she was confused why this man looked panic. The bar owner shook his head and pushed her toward the secret door. "From a demon. There is no time to explain. Go! Quickly!" He unlocked the door and opened it after handed a torch to the Sacae girl.
"Hey!!! I don't understand! Why should I run away? And from what?", Mana shouted, a bit drunk. Why did this room have strong alcohol scent anyway?
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
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Profession: Vagabond
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Post by Yaen on May 25, 2011 22:50:32 GMT -6
Yaen nonchalantly sipped from his cold mug. "You should probably go with her, Wein." he suggested. "Those men will probably be back with reinforcements, and they'll be wanting the man who took down their ring leader." He didn't seem to sound too concerned about it. Then again, he'd just threatened them. Wein put in arrow in their leaders head.
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Wein Lowell
Sniper
The Noble Arrow
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Post by Wein Lowell on May 26, 2011 11:25:37 GMT -6
Wein scoffed, sniffing at the swordsman. "Are you kidding me?" replied the archer, shaking his head. "Heroes don't run. I made my choice the second I sent my arrow into that brute's head." By now, Wein had gotten over the shock of killing. Sure, he didn't enjoy it, but Mana had been in trouble and seeing as one of them was going to die, he'd pick the one that wasn't threatening innocents.
"I might not be as skilled with this bow as you are with those blades," said the Ostian, tapping his weapon, "but I'm not going to let this little town continue to be terrorized by these beasts." Wein then looked towards Mana. "That being said, from what I gathered you kind of started this. In the future, try not to enrage folk like this unless you're planning on driving them out. It tends to cause more problems for the locals."
This wasn't the first time Wein had seen situations like this, what in all his adventures. Most of the time, he managed to sneak out before the fighting started, but occasionally, as was the case now, he got caught in the cross-fire and was forced to get involved. Oh such is the life of the wandering scholar.
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Post by Mana on May 27, 2011 6:52:29 GMT -6
Mana heard their conversation, now she understood that those thugs would come again with greater number. "Oh so, you were trying to save us from them?" she turned to the bar owner. "Yes, and why don't you just run into the tunnel?"
Mana ignored him and looked at the two men again, she had to admit that she was taken by Wein words, he wouldn't run away and would stay to fight. And he said it was her fault...wait a minute..."Hey! It's not my fault. I didn't do anything. They started it! I just stopped them when they were robbing a bakery." Mana crossed her arms, she looked angry, but in comical way. "And I were just defending myself," she said, sulking.
"Eeer...Hello..." The bar owner tried to get their attentions. "Listen. The man you just killed was the son of the mercenary guild leader in this town," he said, looking at Wein. He then looked at Yaen and Mana, giving them a worried look. "He won't let you get out of this town. If you want to escape, do it now when you still have a chance." After said it, he sat on a barrel and sighed. "You don't know how fearsome they are, even the local guards can't do anything to them. That's why the townspeople always allowed them to get everything for free, everything...foods, ales, women..." he seemed depressed.
"Well...I can't leave now, not after I know the problem," Mana said, looking at Wein and Yaen. "I will stay too."
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