Wein Lowell
Sniper
The Noble Arrow
If you're a glory hound, then I'm king of the glory hounds
Posts: 268
Lycia Fame: 2
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Post by Wein Lowell on Mar 22, 2012 16:15:12 GMT -6
Coincidence? Coincidence didn't exactly paint the right picture. At this point, Wein figured he had sort of internal Yaen compass, but he didn't say anything, nodding rather as he glanced at the apple his friend had tossed him before taking a large, satisfying bite. Yaen and his apples. At least he had good taste.
"Small world," replied Wein through a bite of fruit. "I only knew Aaron, you know, the guy who set that forest on fire?" The archer swallowed his bite. That was quite the event. The fire had almost killed all of them, and had torn scattered their little group all over Elibe. It was a wonder any of them had made it out alive. "Besides that, I was just traveling with Mana and uh, Zelphiam I think it was." The Ostian shook his head. Seemed like he had an affinity with Sacaen style sword fighters. Just as well: they were good in a pinch. "Wonder where they are now..."
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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
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on Apr 9, 2012 23:53:25 GMT -6
Yaen nodded, taking another bite out of his apple. "I remember that fire. I barely made it out of there alive. Not even sure how I did. I blacked out at some point. When I came too, I'd somehow ended up on the other side of a nearby river. I followed it, and that's when I met up with Lady Saffra and her group." Yaen looked around the little town as he spoke. It seemed like a peaceful place.
"You know, you have an odd tendency to attract my people." he commented teasingly. "Maybe you were really meant to be born a Sacaen." He nudged his partners shoulder in a playful manner. "But all jokes aside, do you see an Inn? It'd be nice to get a little down time."
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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
Lycia Fame: 2
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Post by Wein Lowell on Apr 24, 2012 23:58:19 GMT -6
"Maybe I was," muttered Wein absent-mindedly as he swung his eyes from side to side, scanning for an inn. After a moment of walking, he found one, ahead and to their right. An old, weathered sign hung outside. The Mage's Mug. Wein chuckled to himself. A play off of Etruria's magical heritage. Clever.
"There's somewhere," said the archer, turning to look at his companion as he raised a finger out towards the tavern. "I imagine we could probably get something to eat, and room and board if we stay here long enough." He looked around cautiously. "Just remember, we're in Etruria. Stay low and don't attract any attention. I have no idea how Etruria feels about foreigners as of late, but I'd rather err on the side of caution." The Ostian nodded, once to confirm and once to assure himself, and, adjusting his quiver, headed off towards the inn.
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Yaen
Swordmaster
Prince of Blades Mad Swordsman
Now let's play the Song of Swords.
Posts: 305
Sacae Fame: 2
Bern Fame: 3
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: Vagabond
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Yaen on May 14, 2012 2:21:09 GMT -6
Yaen turned to look at the tavern and nodded. "Excellent. Good find." he praised. He'd taken four steps before he noticed that Wein wasn't walking anymore, and had to turn back to look at him. His friends words were grave, and he had to nod. "I know, Wein. Believe me, I know." There had been a reason why he'd avoided coming to Etruria up until now. It was a dangerous land for a Sacaen pagan such as himself. He gave Wein a reassuring clap on the shoulder before he turned around and walked into the tavern.
The Sacaen took a quick look around once inside. Seemed like a nice, quiet place, free of religious fanatics and pagan burners. Well, that was a relief. He lingered for a moment, holding the door for Wein. It was partly out of politeness, but to be completely honest, he felt more comfortable with Wein. Peaceful or not, it was still Etruria, and a lone Sacaen could get into trouble without even looking for it. Yaen approached the bar and took a seat on a stool, adjusting the blades at his side to accommodate his new position before addressing the bartender. "A glass of cider, please."
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