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Post by Vince Altus on Dec 5, 2011 16:52:23 GMT -6
"Halt! What is your business?" Two soldiers stood at the town's exit, they were polished to the 't', they meant business. "No on may leave town at this time."
Vince felt Aiden backpeddle slightly, signifying that Vince would have to handle this one. Quick thinking was not Vince's strong suit, but he would certainly try his best: he addressed the soldiers firmly, "this man's been disturbing the peace, turned a pub into a flat-out battlefield, caused a right mess of things, he did." The soldiers exchanged looks and stared at Vince. This "soldier" wasn't wearing Etrurian or Bernese colors, and his story wasn't stellar either, they both went on alert, readying to fight.
"Why don't you just send him to prison, that's protocol..." the soldier spoke tersely, something wasn't right. Vince had been thinking hard, so he responded readily. "This fellow's a repeat offender, he figured out how to pick the cell locks..." Vince stepped towards the soldiers, leaving Aiden out of hearing range as he whispered, "they're afraid of a jailbreak..." He stepped back, holding Aiden firmly with his left hand.
The two soldiers exchanged looks again, as a matter of fact, there had been an escape a few days ago, Vince had lucked out. One of the soldiers spoke up, "Very well, but we'll escort you." Vince saluted and waited for them to open the gate. He would need to play along with them for a bit longer before he could take them out, he didn't want the city to lock down any tighter than it already was. He whispered to Aiden, "That was too close...and too lucky..." The soldiers returned, gesturing for Vince to lead the way. Vince led Aiden along, flanked by two Ilian/Bernese soldiers.
EDIT: The soldiers are Ilian, Vince. Ilia occupies Bern, not Etruria.
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Post by Blasius on Dec 11, 2011 15:47:09 GMT -6
Blaise moved through the crowds after the two men, though thankfully he wasn’t being battered around any longer as the crowds slowly thinned. The pair was headed towards the town gates, probably in an attempt to exit the still stirred-up town. Are they crazy? They’re sure to be stopped, especially after that ruckus, Blaise thought. Guards were always instructed to lockdown town exits and entrances until the instigators were found.
Blaise leaned against the wall of a building near the exit, observing to see what would happen to the two men. As Blaise had expected, the Ostian and the beggar were stopped by the guards, who seemed suspicious of their need to leave town at a time such as this. Blaise couldn’t hear anything from his position, but it was pretty obvious the giant of a man was trying to talk their way through the gate. Blaise’s hand went to his cloak pocket, hovering over something as he watched.
While the Ostian didn’t seem like the world’s greatest elocutionist, the guards began to walk to two out of the town. “Damn,” he muttered, knowing his pursuit of them would be all too obvious if he simply walked through the gates after them. Then again... Maybe that would be the easiest way to figure out their motives. Those guards aren’t just going to walk away after a minute or so and wish them well... This may just be my ticket in.
After a quick prayer, Blaise pushed off the wall and jogged towards the group, calling after the guards. “Excuse me! Excuse me officers!” He called after with authority, causing the two guards to turn and look at him. Blaise put a stern look on his face, looking at the tall Ostian for a moment and then to the guards. “These men are with me, officers, and they have the proper papers to leave the town, unescorted.” With an unappreciative glare, Blaise produced the travel documents, which had actually been given to him by one his fellow agents who was a gifted forger, and proceeded to hand them to one of the guards who looked them over.
As they looked, Blaise decided to embellish his story a bit to make it seem believable.“We were separated when that worthless rebel began his attempt to escape. This scum," Blaise pointed to the beggar, "owes me a fortune, and I came with my guard to collect.” Blaise walked up to one of the guards and tried to give his best expression of disapproval and annoyance. “Now, do you really think your superiors would be pleased to find that instead of guarding the city gates during a lockdown, you decided an unneeded escort was more important?” Blaise kept his expression but waited for one of the guard’s response, also praying that the Ostian and the beggar wouldn’t say anything to contradict him.
OoC: I left the guard response to you, Vince, since they're your NPCs.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Dec 13, 2011 8:03:54 GMT -6
Oh Elmine, just when things began to look somewhat positive some random person who Aidan had never met in his entire existance came out of nowhere and suddenly insisted that Aidan was his prisoner. The fact he was accosting Aidan, as opposed to anyone else in the entire universe seemed to imply he knew something, it could possibly be a member of the rebellion sent to bail him out. Regardless, it didn't quite matter whether or whether not he was, if he didn't comply then he would be discovered. If he fingered out the man as a complete stranger, the whole situation suddenly becomes too suspicious to possibly be natural and they all get sent away into jail. The fact was, escaping this town took precedent over trusting this man. He remembered something a weasly man told him once, there was no need for trust, just mutual benefit. He needed Aidan to comply, and Aidan needed him to. Neither one of them would mess it up, until they were out of town at the least. If he wanted to finger him out, then he would of done so by now.
In the worse case scenario, it simply become one man they need to take out, instead of two. He just hoped this man wasn't anymore trained then the average soldier, else that might be difficult.
Unable to see clearly who the man was, but he could make out a some details hidden by the brown veil, he was a little shorter then Aidan, wore a cloak, or was it a cape or scarf? Seemed to be... lightly armored, or as far as he could tell, the clothing looked too bulky to be normal attire. "I ain't done nuthin I tells ya, I was... I was framed! Yeah, that's it!" The trick was to look more suspicious while trying not to, he's dealt with enough criminals to know how to do that. He needed to look like a thief, not a rebel, hopefully they will buy it. "Does it feel good, picking on a defensless blind man?" He spat at the ground, far far away from anyone's feet. Because, y'know, he was blind.
"All you care about is your money. I have kids to feed!"
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Post by Blasius on Dec 17, 2011 15:08:09 GMT -6
Luckily the Ostian stayed silent while the guards investigated the papers, and the beggar – was he really even a beggar? – played along with the story. In fact, for probably being completely innocent the man did a damn good job at making himself seem extremely untrustworthy. At this point, it was all in the hands of the guards. If they were smart they might pick up on the ruse, but Blaise prayed that this town didn’t see gate duty as a reward for good guards...
“Alright, your documents check out. Just make sure next time you keep better hold of your men. The last thing we need right now is another criminal on the streets.” Blaise silently celebrated as he took the papers back, making himself appear extremely irritated as the two guards turned and trudged away, leaving the three men alone on the path out of the city.
Now this was the part Blaise hadn’t really thought out. Here he was, standing in front of two men who the mage had suspicions about being not who they seemed. In fact, Blaise just assumed they were associated with the riot at this point, especially since they went along with Blaise to get away from the guards. But how could he bring it up without seeming suspicious himself?
Once the guards were out of range, Blaise wiped his head and folded the papers up, placing them in his pocket. He looked to the pair. “Wow, I can’t believe that actually worked.” He grinned sheepishly and hoped whatever they said would clue him into what to say next.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Dec 17, 2011 15:39:05 GMT -6
"You can explain yourself after we're safely out of here." No need to mince words, at any moment EVERYTHING could explode in their face and just cause a huge mess. And, to be honest, Aidan was in no mood to play maid. His act died the second he knew the guards were no longer in earshot, he stopped hunching over and unbound his wrist that were flimsily tied with rope. Reaching up, he untied the blindfold so he could get a clear look at the world around him. It was a pretty big shift in character, but now wasn't the time to stand around an contemplate the implications of this whole mess, now was the time to get the hell out of here.
"C'mon, this way. Follow me if you want to." In the worst case, they'll simply have to kill this man. He hoped it wouldn't come to that, but quite honestly that's what it boiled down to. Though, to be honest, he wouldn't of butted in like that if he wasn't interested in getting involved in whatever was happening here. If he was against them, he would of blown their cover sky high and there'd be two dead bodies here. He didn't want to rush and call him an ally, even Aidan wasn't that trusting, but at the least he didn't show his self up as an enemy. Whether that remains to be true or not depends on his actions and his words.
He hurried, notably swifter without the many layers of steel covering his body like a carapace of metal, and into the nearby woods. Bern was a wild land, mountains and forests all over it's untamed reaches, at the very least it made hiding a bit easier. A thick canopy of dark emerald green reached above their heads, only allowing bit of light to shine through like a mosaic made from the shadows of thousands of leaves.
He didn't check to see if he was being followed, he trusted Vince was with him. That man as well, he wouldn't of bothered just to leave now. As he reached the innards of the woods, to a pool of water next to a large stump jutting out of the earth, he noticed a certain giant already there and waiting for them. He was quiet though, and Aidan didn't much want to bother him. Now they simply needed to wait for Saturos and Syana.
He turned to both Vince and the mysterious stranger. "We should be safe here, for now. We aren't going to be staying here long, but for the time being we shouldn't need to worry about soldiers. If you have any questions you want to ask, now would be the time." He looked at Vince, then at the other man. "And now would be a good time to explain just who you are, and why you involved yourself. I daresay you might not have a full grasp of what you're getting yourself into."
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 18, 2011 17:19:49 GMT -6
As Saturos exited the alleyway, he was met by the sight of three, panting, angry looking soldiers sliding to a halt to the right of him where to the left of him and in front of him was a dead end. Each brandished their own standard issue spear at the face of the fleeing rebel, effectively blocking him off
"This won't do," said the myrmidon aloud, screeching to a halt before pivoting on his right heel in preparation to sprint up the building to his left. Instead, however, he was met by the five slop covered soldiers that had followed him into the alley, coming face to face with each of their drawn weapons. The buggers were faster than he had thought. Saturos tossed his gaze around, analyzing the situation and looking for a way out. He could disable one of the soldiers to his left and use his head as a springboard to get him up on a windowsill, but in doing so could potentially be skewered by another Ilian as he was doing so, so that was no good. He could also try tripping two of the soldiers to his right and slipping his way through their line, but seeing as they had spears pointed towards him, that task would be far more dangerous than it sounded. Darn spears!
"You leave me no choice," said Saturos, straightening up while still using his Aidan voice. "I, Aidan, Shield of Hope and Defender of Glorious Bern will face you brigands in righteous combat." The Etrurian slipped his hand onto his sword hilt, and in one motion, drew his blade and tore off his disguise, revealing his true form. The soldiers, surprised, also stood dumbfounded until one of them managed a few words.
"That's not Aidan!" he shouted, to which Saturos smirked. "I could have told you that," replied the myrmidon. The Ilians exchanged a few looks, before all looking back to Saturos. "Get him!"
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Dec 18, 2011 18:12:30 GMT -6
Syana had been following Saturos to make sure he didn't get himself killed. And now, it looked like it was going to be a good call on her part. She watched as he got rid of his disguise and drew his blade. Was he actually planning to fight them by himself? She rolled her eyes, and slipped down from the roof, behind the soldiers. Hiding her sword behind a barrel easily in arm reach, she let down her hair and messed it up a bit. She hid her bag containing her armor with her sword, and ripped her clothes in such a way that they both made it look like she had been attack and so that it would serve slightly as a distraction to these soldiers. Watering up her eyes, she sunk to the ground, clutching her ankle. "S-Sirs...?" She sniffled loudly, giving her cutest wounded face. "S-Some mean man hurt me... I-I need help... p-please...?" Hopefully, Saturos would take advantage of her distraction and either run or hurt them. And if he hurt them, then her sword would be in her hand within a second.
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Ralph Meglane
Rogue
The Sightless Wanderer
Dishing out his own brand of justice.
Posts: 276
Etruria Fame: 1
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Sarria
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Post by Ralph Meglane on Dec 18, 2011 20:51:27 GMT -6
[red]"What do you mean the city's off-limits?"[/red]
Ralph had been chosen a random road and stuck to it, just walking until he finally reached a village of some kind. Caecus wasn't any help in this unfamiliar land. Unfortunately there was some kind of ruckus going on in this village, stopping Ralph from getting a guide.
[green]"Reports of a rebellion leader in the village, we're not letting anyone in or out."[/green] The knight said monotonously.
[red]"Rebellion? Do you need some help?"[/red] Ralph seemed to recall Rayl talking about a rebellion at one point. That was when he attempted to come into Bern earlier, but ultimately decided to leave.
[green]"Don't make me laugh, kid. We've got this covered. You just wait here until we get word that the criminal's been captured."[/green] The knight mumbled something about trouble with some blind guy from earlier, but Ralph didn't catch most of it.
The rebellion, huh? That meant that these soldiers were with Ilia. Maybe Ralph would be able to help them out if they tried escaping through here, but he doubted that would happen.
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Blasius
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"With the Prophet guiding my feet and St. Elimine lighting my path, I cannot fail."
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Post by Blasius on Dec 19, 2011 14:49:38 GMT -6
Blaise thought something was off about the pair when he had first spotted them, and lo and behold his instincts were right. When the “beggar man” dropped his act, the agent gave himself a mental pat on the back, strictly keeping his joy to himself. Instead, Blaise outwardly looked shocked at the man’s transformation, but simply nodded and followed the gruff man. Blaise didn’t have any issue keeping up with the two; jogging on foot was better than the bloody merchant cart he rode into town on.
Blaise kept following, knowing it would be stupid to leave the pair now; the only place he would go would be back to town, and St. Elimine knew the mage couldn’t have found any leads better than this one. It wasn’t long before they ran into the forest close by. Eventually they reached the small oasis, and while there was someone else there, the gruff man ignored his presence, turning to look at Blaise and the Ostian.
After the tattered-looking man addressed the Ostian, he looked to Blaise and questioned him. Blaise’s interests instantly piqued. Don’t know what I’m getting into, huh? Blaise thought, holding back a grin. That sounds like just the sort of thing I’ve been looking for... Of course, letting that on would raise suspicions with the two men, so he decided to go the defensive route instead. Blaise put up his hands and smiled very sheepishly. “I am Blaise Maro,” he began, “and I spotted you and your friend leaving amidst all of the chaos of the town.”
Blaise paused for a moment, his eyes lighting up. “I thought only someone working with the Shield of Bern would try to leave during all of that, so I followed. And when you got stopped by the guards, I thought I could help.” It wasn’t a bad story, Blaise thought, but he felt it needed just a dash more. “Look, if you really are with... Aidan and the rebellion... I want to help, no matter the cost. I’m tired of sitting on the sidelines and waiting for others to make all of the changes; I want to do my part.” Blaise hoped he had remembered the names correctly, as he had only ever heard of the Aidan character in passing and earlier in the day. All he could do was wait now; if he came off as insincere, all of this would end very poorly for Blaise.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Dec 19, 2011 16:02:13 GMT -6
While he was speaking, Aidan took the time to suit up. Or, atleast, grab his spear and begin putting on his plate mail. By the time he was done talking, he had the first layer halfway on. He was expertly skilled at slipping on and off armor, since it felt like he was doing that obnoxiously often lately.
"Very good, emotionally charged too. The problem is that I don't believe a word of it, and you're a talented liar. Too talented, to be honest, and being too good at something is just as telling as being horrible at it." He shrugged, a lopsided frown. The man chose his words, his reactions, too carefully. No confusion, no excitement, defensive like he had something to hide. "Someone who's 'looking to do his part' wouldn't have documents that happened to fit the situation just hanging around in their pocket. No, no, please try again. This time with a little more truth and a little less trying to appeal to my particular interests." He said offhandedly, tightening the straps to his plate. The fact he instantly picked out that this group was rebellion, and tried an emotional plea to lay his loyalty with them, that was ridiculous. This man wasn't a fool, if he was interested in getting involved he already would have. If he was interested in opposing them, he would of also done so already. He was, most likely, unaligned.
"From the looks of it, you don't really know all that much about the Rebellion, or Aidan Lowell." You know, since he was Aidan Lowell. Right there, talking to him. His face was plastered everywhere, even someone not interested in the rebellion would of recognized it. Which meant, most likely, he wasn't from Bern. He might go as far as to say he wasn't Ilian either, but that's more of a stretch. It might be stroking his ego to think word of him specifically reached Ilian ears. Still he KNEW that the Bernese knew of him, they promoted that public execution like it would end the war itself."I would even go as far as to say you don't know much about the issues in Bern at all."
Ah, in his steel again. It felt nice. He grabbed his spear, his good spear, and held it in hand. "I thank you for assisting us, much obliged, but you must admit you are incredibly suspicious. Call it paranoia, though if it was that, I would of stabbed you the second I picked up my spear. Maybe I should say, healthy caution." He WASN'T going back to jail.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Dec 22, 2011 21:05:50 GMT -6
Saturos's eyes perked up as Syana came limping into the vicinity, asking the soldiers for help. To be expected, most of the soldiers ignored her, slowly approaching the newly revealed myrmidon as they brandished their weapons. Saturos was more than happy to brandish his in kind. One soldier, however, clearly didn't like Syana's appearance.
"Out of the way, girl!" he said, sweeping his foot at the red haired mercenary in an attempt to move the girl out of the way. The Etrurian swordsman stepped forward to help her, but was already being closed in upon by the Ilian soldiers.
"If you do not step aside, you shall taste my steel," announced Saturos, twirling his sword, but the soldiers took no heed. Fine then, they could have it their way.
The nearest soldier, stepping in from behind the myrmidon, swung for the Etrurian's head, but Saturos was too quick. Ducking the strike, the swordsman spun on his heel and struck the soldier in the neck, twisting his sword so that the dull edge of the blade made contact. The Ilian gagged, clutching his throat with his free hand as he stumbled away from Saturos. The event gave the other soldiers a second of pause.
"I warned you," said the myrmidon in response to the soldiers' angry gazes. Their eyes were fixed on the Aidan-impostor. "But I'll have you know I'm not eager to draw blood, especially not from hardworking soldiers such as yourselves." One of the men spat. "Then turn yourself in, rebel," he said. Saturos chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm afraid that's impossible," he replied quite obviously. The soldier smirked. "Well you can't take all of us," he asserted. "We'll see about that," Saturos objected, letting his sword arm hang limp at his side.
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Post by Syana Flamberge on Dec 23, 2011 22:26:40 GMT -6
Syana groaned as she hit the ground. What a jerk, doing that to a poor, defenseless girl! She slowly got to her feet, shaking her head. Idiots. Now she had to hurt them. She silently moved over to where she had stashed her belongings earlier and started to armor up as Saturos talked to the soldiers. Supposed to be defending the people. Kicked a poor girl. Still shaking her head, she latched her sword belt on and drew the blade. She had really been hoping that she wouldn't get blood on her today. Oh well.
"Well you can't take all of us," one of the idiots quipped. The mercenary moved up right behind him and whispered into his ear. "And who said he was going to do that myself?" With a smirk, she drove the hilt of her sword down onto the soldier's head. "That's for kicking a girl."
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Blasius
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"With the Prophet guiding my feet and St. Elimine lighting my path, I cannot fail."
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Post by Blasius on Dec 27, 2011 2:28:30 GMT -6
Damn. Well, it had been worth a shot. Blaise felt himself becoming very vulnerable as the man who he had thought was a beggar completely called him on his bluff. Now, Blaise could see two things very clearly: that man was most definitely not a beggar, and Blaise had to come up with another story.
For the first time in a long while, Blaise found himself at a loss for words. Generally Blaise could just keep pushing until someone believed him, but Blaise could tell it wouldn’t work with this man. Maybe Blaise would have to try and go closer to the truth? Well, it was risky, but dancing along that thin line might be the best option. Going deeper into a pool of lies would end up drowning Blaise in them, and at this point, he needed anything that would help him stay afloat.
Blaise winced at the stabbing comment but sighed and nodded in regards to the now-armored man’s last statement. “I guess you’re right. Look, maybe I didn’t help you because I want to ‘do my part’.” Well, here goes nothing, Blaise thought, about to get a bit too personal for his liking. Hopefully it would be enough to convince the soldier of his sincerity.
“I did... unspeakable things in my youth. It wasn’t until recently that I realized how bad they were, and I want to... I don’t know. Atone for what I’ve done, I guess.” Blaise felt his gaze drift and his stomach churn as he thought back, though not as far as he was letting off; before he could dwell too long however, he pushed the thoughts away, his eyes snapping back to the armored man. Blaise stuck his hand in his pocket, retrieving the papers he had and giving them to the man. “I came into town a few hours ago, with my merchant friend... Apparently you need papers for that,” Blaise nodded to the paperwork with a weak smile. “And apparently the guards didn’t know how to count how many people were in the party.”
Blaise could feel he was starting to talk too much, so he tried to end as succinctly as he could. “Look, I want to help, really. If you don’t want me to, I’ll walk the other way, but just give me a chance.” He hadn’t been terrible specific in his rebuttal to the man, but for multiple reasons, Blaise hoped his plea wouldn’t fall on deaf ears.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 1, 2012 17:32:19 GMT -6
Saturos could only smirk with pleasure as Syana sneaked up behind their ringleader and knocked him out with a quick rap on the back of the head. It was non-lethal but effective, and definitely what the myrmidon preferred. Grim violence got so old so fast.
The Ilian soldiers near to the fallen man jumped back in order to assess the threat, which left a small, surprised gap in the ring of soldiers. The perfect escape route.
"Well, then, I'll be bidding you all adieu," said Saturos, waving joyfully to the angry looking, spear wielding men surrounding him, before slipping through the gap in the Ilian circle. "I'll make sure to give your best regards to Aidan." Then, with a wink, the myrmidon slapped Syana on the shoulder before breaking into a run and darting down the street. The two of them would have to lose these goons before they made their way to meet up with Aidan and Vince lest they bring their journey to an unceremonious halt.
Knowing that, the Etrurian kicked open a door and disappeared into a nearby house, hoping Syana would follow as the Ilian soldiers recomposed themselves and started after him.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Jan 2, 2012 18:24:53 GMT -6
"Alright." Thinking over the words the man had spilled in front of him, as if he had been gutted. It felt much more sincere, then again that could be a very clever ruse. His mind ran over the events a bit, thinking them through. He remembered short bursts of his own life in response, looking away for a moment. He reached up and gingerly touched the scar over his eye, a pensive glance into the distance until her was dragged back into reality. He could relate, to an extent. Living your life selfishly and wanting to repent by helping others.
"I'll believe you. There's things everyone wants to keep secret, and I respect that. What I don't respect, however, is liars." He nodded solemnly. "I will say now, that I will be watching you. But I hope you don't mind. I don't think anyone as... quick as you would expect anything less. I don't like to dance around it and pretend I'm not either." He smirked ever slightly, but it vanished as quickly as it came.
"You're not Bernese though, are you? I can tell, because if you had been there's a really good chance you would of recognized how off your story sounded a moment ago." He added with shrug of his heavily armored shoulders. "My name is Aidan Lowell. Apparently you heard of me, but don't know of me. Then again, very few do." The small group he traveled with and some of the upper echelons of the rebellions were the only who knew that he only joined this rebellion several months ago as opposed to leading it from the get go. That was the story Ilia fed to everyone to try and crush morale once he had been executed, a story that even they began to believe it seems. He crossed his arms looking at the man and then to the other armored man. Vince, he'd been silent this whole time.
"I'm here in town for a specific reason, and it seems that someone leaked said reason and which is why the town was in an uproar. Or, rather, one of the reasons. The other would have to be my friend." He looked up at the thick canopy covering them, it would be impossible to spot them from the air. Useful with all the wyvern and pegasus knights undoubtedly searching.
"What I'm here for, is an item. An important item for me, and the rebellion." The actual item's name being omitted on purpose, of course. "To be honest, just telling you two all of this is an idiot's move. But I've never been the most clever of people. Another idiot's move is the fact that if you aren't committed to helping me, you will be allowed to leave. By the time you reach town to tell them of me here, I'll be long gone."
"If you come, your lives will be in danger. Not just because the one's guarding this item are supposedly dangerous, but because you will become enemies of Ilia itself. Enemies that they will not hesitate to slay. Your future will be that of stress as you are hunted simply for associating with me. Now is the only chance you will have to avoid such a thing. Any later and it will be too late." He shook his head as he spoke. Disappointed in his self, he said he wouldn't do this thing anymore, but he couldn't help it. Truth was, he needed all the help he could get, but he could not force a man to enter this life without a chance to leave, without knowing what it implied.
"You have until my friend returns to make your choice. For that is when we'll leave. Think it over."
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