Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Mar 18, 2012 15:39:38 GMT -6
Isabel jogged along behind Aaron, not really paying attention. She was with a fairly powerful sage, if his fire control was any indication, so why should she? Speaking of the sage, Aaron Winsett... Hmm. He seemed fairly level-headed, but judgement shall be reserve for when she knew him better. And that was assuming she and Calvin would get the chance; who knows? Maybe he is some top-secret, powerful spy for some country. With morals. Ooooooookay Isabel, cut it ou- she thought, and then jumped back as an arrow stuck itself in the ground right in front of her. A few seconds later, a wall of fire materialized in front of them. The shamanness looked up where the arrows had come from (one must remember that she wasn't listening to Aaron), and grinned. Perfect opportunity to do something she hadn't done in a while.
A ball of Flux formed in her hand, growing steadily larger, and then split in two. The first, and slightly smaller of the pair, flew forward, cutting through the flames like it was nothing, while the second, larger one sunk in to the ground. Isabel's right hand's fingers, which had been clenched close to her palm in a fist, extended slowly, mimicing the movement of the larger Flux. The first Flux reached it's target after a few seconds: the archer's crotch. As the archer recoiled from the pain, Isabel's right hand, fingers fully extended, flew up, bringing the larger Flux around the man's torso, mangling him with tendrils of her magic. Isabel smiled, allowing the last little tendrils of magic to fall from her fingers. "Well, Winsett, I'm done. Let's hope your reserves are enough for the both of us, eh?" she said, and then chuckled weakly.
Solomon, meanwhile, watched as the stupid blond kid basically committed suicide. The black cat sat still, watching the bandit prepare himself to murder the kid, and so Solomon looked over at the blue-haired one hanging from the rafters. He had to admit, even if the bard was annoying, he fed Solomon. And so Solomon padded across the room, skirting the axe-wielding bandit, until he found a way up to the rafter. Hopping from a chair, to a bookcase, and finally up into the rafters themselves, Solomon made his way to the thief's right foot, which the cat began trying to get free of the rope tying it to the rafter.
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Post by Tearus on Mar 18, 2012 16:59:52 GMT -6
Tearus heard a boyish voice sing, then say a few strange things. Great, now he got to stand by while some kid got killed. Just, damn, great. He began to pop his left armo out of socket, figuring avenging the poor boys death would be a just reason to die, and leave his father and the guild to rot. As he grunted, shrugging the bond off his left and and untieing the right, something soft began whisping the ropes connetcting his feet to the ceiling. By the time the blue haired thief curled up and reached for his feet, he only had to pull once to dislodge himself. He turned over, putting his weight on his left hand as he fell, popping his arm back into socket. Paifully, his scream split the air. The gag caught him, but he ripped the cloth from his eyes, and ran for the small curved blade agaist the wall.
The unknown force had delivered him in time to have a chance to save the boy. The bandit had turned and was walking toward the boy, hungry with blood lust, igoring the thief behind him. Tearus intercepted the man, kicking him in the achilles tendon. The man fell, screaming, and Tearus wove around him, and dragged the poor boy, surprisingly older than he'd imagined, a few feet away. He turned to back to the Bandit, who'd recovered quite quickly. Tearus was hit hard with a meaty fist. On the ground, Tearus backed up fighting dirty. He kicked the man in a spot that men fear to be kicked. The man gasped, and Tearus rose, jamming his curvd sword directly under the man's ribs.
Tearus allowed the man to fall, and as blood gushed onto the floor, felt the mans heatbeat slip away with cold hands. He turned to the boy who he'd saved, already smiling. He trotted over and helped him to his feet, "Hello friend, seems you helped me help you. I appreciate that, are you feeling well?"
Ooc: Sorry for speeding Solomon's work, didn't want our bard to die.
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Arkaeis
Soldier
[M:0]
Didn't your mother teach you anything? Hard work pays off if someone else is doing it!
Posts: 12
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Post by Arkaeis on Mar 18, 2012 20:06:14 GMT -6
Arkaeis scratched his head and yawned as he listened to the elderly, smelly brigand he had been paired up with ramble on about the woes and hardships of being a bandit. He had been stuck with the long-winded old-timer for about an hour, now, sitting watch over the pile of loot that the band of pillagers had acquired over the course of the village raid, and he was seriously starting to regret volunteering for guard duty; he should've gone with gathering firewood, instead.
"Ho-hum... this is worse than that time Sebastion lectured me on the proper etiquette of an aspiring merchant. At least then I was sitting on a cushion."
Just a few hours before, Arkaeis had run into said bandit brigade en route to said pillaged village, and only through some good singing and a few jokes about Etrurian nobility did he manage to get on their good side, causing them to take him along as their 'buddy'. Which basically meant that he was to do menial tasks for them until they saw it fit to let him go.
Suddenly, an explosion occurred not far from the two 'brigands', causing the old man to go flying and snapping Arkaeis out of his temporary reverie.
"Well, THAT was unexpected."
The layabout soldier picked up his lance and shuffled over to the still figure of the older man, stooping down to check his pulse.
"Still alive. Huh, that's one way to take care of that problem, I suppose."
Scanning the chaos of the burning village, he made out two figures making their way towards the center of the premises, one following after the other who was the apparent cause of the violent explosions he'd been hearing for a while. Arkaeis had assumed that the explosions were of the bandit's doing, somehow, but of course, he couldn't have been bothered to check.
Still, he now saw his chance and quickly took it. Grabbing a fist full of gold and a few trinkets here and there from the hoard of loot, he packed up his belongings and looked for a safe place to hide until the excitement died down a bit.
"I'll just lay low a while until those two are done with these hooligans, then I'll see if I can go with them to wherever they're going. More safety in numbers, right? The carefree rogue thought to himself, going over the plan in his head. Skulking off to some low hanging wreckage, he plopped down out of sight and waited for the fireworks to begin.
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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 Mar 19, 2012 12:41:24 GMT -6
((OoC: Calvin Die? Seriously…What are you talking about Tearus?))
Calvin lay on the floor. From a distance e looked entirely unconscious. However if you were to further inspect you would notice his very obviously clenched shut eyes. Calvin shut his eyes as hard as he can as if playing dead. Suddenly Calvin’s eyes shot open as he felt himself being dragged away by an unknown force. After he was moved Calvin anxiously hopped to his feet in an enthusiastic twirl. He strummed his lute with glee as the thief successfully defeated the bandit. Fighting was so mean, Calvin didn’t want the bandit to die but he guessed the plan half worked? At least the thief was saved.
“Ah yes excellent, I didn’t want mr. bandit to die but you’re ok!”
He moved around the thief and waved enthusiastically at the helpful cat.
“I knew you could do it Solomon! Good job everyone, great performance!”
Calvin turned back again to the friendly hostage. That was fun, Calvin knew he could save someone. He wanted to go show it off to the others but he didn’t know where the others were.
“That was nice, now what do we do. Oh yeah! Hi I’m Calvin Toros, what’s your name friend?”
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
Posts: 169
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Post by Lilith on Mar 19, 2012 20:41:22 GMT -6
Lilith tried casting more spells, only to be met with failure. She watched helplessly as the young bard was attacked, sighing with relief when a swordsman cut the bandit down. She tried casting a minor spell, a tiny ball for her own amusement, but the most she could get was a couple of black sparks. This is what I get for leaving school early... she thought, cursing in anger.
Lilith walked over to the rest of the group, her head hanging low. "I'm Lilith DeGarte, a powerless shaman, if you please." She folded her arms and leaned on a house's support beam. "You know, bardy Cal, a cheery song might make me feel a bit better," she said with a tiny note of sarcasm.
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Mar 19, 2012 21:40:03 GMT -6
The sage felt a weight of pressure fall on his shoulders. Isabel was done, apparently. Lilith wouldn't be far behind. The villagers looked to have no will or desire to rally. Everything fell to him but that was ok, because he had a plan. More of a hope, actually. He believed it would work, because brigands and thieves shared a universal fear with many other people: Power. Anything strange and powerful was enough to give pause to even the most hardened fighters if they lacked understanding, and the green-haired sage was fairly certain that no one here had seen a display like the one about to unfold.
"I hope so too. And I hope they're all cowards, because if this doesn't work, I've got nothing left." Aaron knelt down on the ground satisfied with this location for the center of his spell. Opening the flap on his satchel, he drew out a blue book with silver runes on the cover and the binding. It seemed to give off a freezing aura as he handled it, leaving his fingers slightly chilled.
"Fimbulvetr...." He spoke the name slowly. Almost reverently. One of the most powerful spells in existence today. He'd never handled anything quite like this before, and that could be catastrophic, but he was banking on this tome containing enough spellforce to terrify any bandits still in the area.
"Isabel, hold onto your socks.... And cross your fingers." The sage wrenched open the tome, absorbing the signs he saw there, and translating what they were intended to say. His comprehension of magic worked like mathematics, and like mathematics, he began to recognize pieces in the spell that seemed similar to his other, less complex spells. It was not one giant storm, as it appeared to be, but three distinct cells to which he fed power, periodically switching.
A blue cast seemed to fall over the world, as Aaron turned his gaze upward. In the sky above them, a swirling storm was forming, fueled by the blizzard caller below. Within a few moments, hail began to fall from the sky. The sage continued to pump power into his spell. He was nearly floored by the amount of power that the spell book could spit out. And alarmed. He'd end up burning out all of his energy and his reserves within the minute at this rate. The area became silent, other than the sound of wind swirling through the trees around the village. When it seemed the time, the sage drew his Fimbulvetr cells downward, merging them into one large blast as they hit the ground, and detonated.
A blast of icy air exploded outward from the where it had struck, leaving a clear glazing spattered across the ground there. Aaron shielded himself from the icy torrent with his cloak, but was still frozen to the core by the blizzard passing over him. The ice storm billowed out from the center of town, spreading its way towards the edges as it funneled through the streets. As it went, it carried a single, abundantly clear message for the bandits to see: You are not welcome here.
He didn't bother getting up from working the spell, electing to just rest on the ground for now. Clouds still seemed to be forming over head, but he hadn't done that.... (had he?)
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Mar 20, 2012 21:18:29 GMT -6
Isabel shrugged, turning around so she wasn't facing Aaron. "Luck has nothing to do with this." she replied, crossing her arms. She heard him say a word she didnt recognize, but whatever it was, it sent a chill down her spine. The shaman stopped, not noticing the clouds at first, because the chill wasn't just a feeling... She actually was cold. Isabel rubbed her gloved hands together, and then looked up just in time to see the hail begin to fall. Fortunately for her, it seemed to mostly fall around her, which actually sort of made sense: if this was anima magic, and light as it was, it would avoid the presence of elder magic on her person. Of course, just as she became smug about that, everything exploded in a sheet of white.
A few seconds after the blizzard hit everything, Isabel got up, brushing snow off her cloak, her fingers freezing in her fingerless gloves. Her hair felt heavier than usual, and when she tried to fix it, found that it had become both windswept and had flash-froze. The shamaness chuckled a little bit, looking over at the downed sage. She walked over to him, looking down at him, grinning. "Forgive the pun, but that was... Cool." she chuckled again, and then cupped her hands, blowing hot air on them. "You okay?" was the next thing out of her mouth, and she began scanning the town for bandits, Calvin, the other shaman, or Solomon. She hoped that they were okay...
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Post by Tearus on Mar 21, 2012 17:37:52 GMT -6
Tearus shrugged his shoulders at the comment on the dead bandit. He smiled despite the scent of blood ripping his nose. This young man was eccentric, that had to be handed to him. Tearus said, "I'm Tearus Martell, burglar out of Laus, nice to meet you Lord Toros. Say, how about you stay away from large men with axes, eh? They don't seem to have the appreciation of good music you or I do." Tearus smiled and patted the cat who'd saved him on the head. He quickly turned to the door, and smiled as he walked around Calvin toward the outside. A bead of salty sweat dripped past his nose, and landed on the dirt outside of the cottage. He pulled his cloak closer to him against a sudden cold. He remembered reading a book on weather, and the sudden change could mean a spiral wind.
He was proven wrong rather quickly. A wave of ice and cold seemed to expand from one core, and passed over him, freezing him on the inside, if not on the outside. Tearus shielded himself for moments after the blizzard. He'd been lucky enough to go unstruck by the hail. He turned to the bard behind him, "I believe we'll need to see what this snow mess is all about, now won't we my young friend?" Tearus jogged off, not knowing of how well the bard could keep up.
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Arkaeis
Soldier
[M:0]
Didn't your mother teach you anything? Hard work pays off if someone else is doing it!
Posts: 12
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Post by Arkaeis on Mar 21, 2012 20:14:57 GMT -6
Beneath his little overhang, Arkaeis let out a gigantic sneeze.
"Ahh... T-t-t-too c-c-cold..." He stuttered, wiping his nose with his sleeves as he shivered uncontrollably. He could see chunks of ice and frost littered about the streets of the now silent village, the storm having put out almost all of the fires, and, gathering his courage, peeked out from underneath his hiding spot to take a look at the aftermath. The village seemed to have been frozen over for as far as he could see, everything covered in a thin layer of chunky ice, and the two he had seen before were standing right in the center of it.
"I wonder if blizzards come this way often." He mused aloud, deciding whether or not to reveal himself to the two obviously powerful figures before him. On one hand, they seemed to be pretty decent people, coming to the aid of the village in their time of need. On the other hand, they might mistake him for a bandit and fry him. Or freeze him. Or do whatever powerful mages do to people they don't like.
"Well, maybe they're the type to ask questions first, blow stuff up later...?
Standing up and brushing the frost off his shoulders, he slowly made his way over to the two spellcasters, raising his hands up to his sides to show he meant no harm.
"Hail!" The rogue called out, unsure of how to proceed. "You're, uh... not gonna kill me, are you?"
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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 Mar 22, 2012 11:41:34 GMT -6
Calvin waved as the blue haired boy introduced himself as Tearus. He wielded a blade, just like Tara, only it was different. When he used the blade it looked different, it felt different. Calvin couldn’t explain it he just noticed things like this, he never understood it. A smile creeped across his face when he was referred to as ‘Lord Toros’. It was so official, it made him feel somewhat proud, but he’d rather be called Calvin it felt much more comfortable.
“You can just call me Calvin!”
He nodded once again. He always avoided conflict, even when Isabel fought she took care of him and told him to hide. Calvin didn’t like fighting, and he was even sad the bandit had to die to save Tearus. This whole constant fighting was starting to pick away at Calvin, but for now he shrugged off the growing feeling. Calvin’s head turned to the blonde hair girl who entered. She was that girl with Aaron; she used the same cool magic Isabel did! His face lit up and a bright rosy pink flooded his cheeks. Lilly was so nice, she wanted to hear Calvin play, really and truly! No one had asked Calvin to play in so long, he was so excited that someone requested it. He pulled out his flute preparing to play , even while the others began to exit the house. Calvin took a step forward to follow just about to begin playing when a wave of ice and cold zipped across the town. The door slammed shut and Calvin lowered his flute, running to the window of the house. His eyes peered through the blizzard. No way… was Aaron really doing this? Not possible, Calvin had never seen Isabel do something so strong, it was awesome! Calvin burst through the door and ran towards the center once the blizzard passed, zooming past Tearus like a wild animal, approaching everyone at the center.
“Cool, that was cool, so cool!”
He looked around anxiously his mouth wide in glee, ice and snow now covered a vast section of the town.
“T-this is! This is snow!”
Isabel and Calvin, they never got to play in the snow after… after Val and Jya left. Now it was, this was great. Calvin skid and skated skillfully across the ice with little effort while he finally began to play a delightfully peppy song through the hollow flute. Aware of the stranger who just approached Calvin still kept playing and skating.
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Aaron Winsett
Sage
Seeker of Knowledge
Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
Posts: 419
Sacae Fame: 1
Lycia Fame: 2
Profession: Student of Magic
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Aaron Winsett on Mar 25, 2012 20:21:12 GMT -6
Aaron rested a few more moments, working on assessing what had happened. The blizzard had been alarming enough that it should scare off any brigands who'd been thinking about sticking around. He was also looking into himself, studying the spell's effects on his energy reserves. Having never truly cast a full spell before now, the sage had only known that he would be able to keep it from imploding. The cost had been a mystery to him. Now he knew that summoning a giant blizzard was taxing, and would eat into his reserves of energy well past what he considered tolerable.
Turning to look up at the blue-haired shaman girl, he couldn't help but groan at her pun. It was unlikely to be mistaken for something more aerious though, as a weary and relieved sound of laughter began ringing out from him. It was such a stupid pun, and he was just glad it had worked out alright. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to try another spell without proper preparation in a long while.
"Yes, Isabel.... I'll be fine." He stopped laughing, though he still wore a smile as he pushed off of his knee, and stood up. This time, the groan did come from a source other than humor. He was tired. It seemed to be the nature of magic to result in such things. Perhaps mage fatigue was worse than melee fighter battle fatigue. That would bear some thinking about.
[Purple]"Hail!... You're, uh... not gonna kill me, are you?"[/Purple] The green haired man turned and gave the once over to a young man with grey hair. The sage felt various conflicting emotions rising in him about the stranger approaching, but he honestly had no idea what to expect. Lack of data regarding how people reacted after having a blizzard violently coat your town in ice and snow was killing him right now.... Ah well.
"Probably not. I doubt you're going to give me a reason to." Aaron didn't really intend to sound so arrogant, even if that was how it came out. The grey haired man didn't look to be the typical bruiser who made his living off of thieving and raiding. He looked decidedly unremarkable, in fact, other than the armor he had strapped on.
What's your name, Stranger?" As he spoke, part of his mind was registering, and trying to identify the source of... Calvin's abundant source of energy. The clouds above them still threatened, but didn't seem to be doing anythibg more than looking angry at all of them. That was a relief. Things were starting to warm up again too. It appeared even a mighty anima tome couldn't alter reality.
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Mar 25, 2012 21:15:47 GMT -6
Isabel chuckled as Aaron laughed, appreciating his appreciation of... Oh, forget it. She nodded when he registered her concern, and then the pair were assaulted by a question of life and death and Calvin's child-like behavior. Aaron had already answered the grey-haired one's question by the time Isabel was ready to do anything, but still, her two cents were always appreciated. "Yeah, I don't think so." she muttered in reply to his question of killing him or not, and then the shaman walked forward, catching Calvin by the forearm. "Calm down, bardy. We're not done yet, I should think." Isabel looked around for a speck of black amongst the white, hoping that Solomon hadn't gotten himself frozen. Sure enough, not a second later, she spotted the cat padding towards them slowly, as if he hadn't a care in the world. For all she knew, he probably didn't care about anything that had happened. She knelt down, petting Solomon's head as he sat down in front of her. "Hey, Solly. You didn't get into too much trouble, did you?" she joked, and then stood up again.
"Well then. Aaron, any ideas as to where your friend ran off to? Let's hope the bandits didn't cut her into little pieces, eh?" Isabel joked, and then bit her tongue. "Sorry. Best not to make jokes regarding death until we know everyone is all right, right? Maybe? Oh, whatever. Calvin, go introduce yourself to Mister Scaredy over there." The shamaness pointed over at the grey-haired one, and then looked at Aaron. "We should probably check to see if any of the bandits weren't frightened off or frozen, shouldn't we?"
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Lilith
Shaman
Never forget who you are, for surely the world will not
Posts: 169
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Post by Lilith on Mar 26, 2012 7:27:26 GMT -6
Lilith Shivered as the magical storm passed overhead. "Fimbulvetr, the ending winter... Aaron is the only one who could have the power to do this..." The might that Aaron conjured, the ferocity of the storm he weaved, it was amazing. She pressed her hands together, as though to press out the artificial cold. The roads were iced over, though the the flow of power stopped, the temperature was rising, and the town's icy coat melting.
Lilith looked over at Aaron, then to their new-found allies. "To think, these spells are but shadows of the knowledge we held before The Scouring. That was amazing, Aaron!"
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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 Mar 26, 2012 10:04:56 GMT -6
Calvin remained seemingly oblivious to everything that was happening around him. He seemed to zone out of reality, unaware of the conversation, forgetting about the stranger that presented themselves. Calvin’s eyes remained shut, sealing himself from the beautiful crystallized ice around him. At first he saw nothing, but as his fingers skipped across the hollowed gaps of the old hand carved pipe, colours flashed, they faded they splashed and they spun. Arrays of colour seemingly presented themselves before Calvin as he played the melodious tune. The peppy tune hollowed into a deeper clearer melody, soothing, and calm. He played blissfully, unaware that he was even doing so, and his mind turned colour to images. Calvin was in a trance by the never before experienced happenings. However the unusual images popped like bubbles and Calvin’s eyes scrolled open like a quickly reclining blind when his music came to a sudden screech stop as Isabel caught Calvin by the forearm. Calvin looked at Isabel silent for the first time in a while. He gently pulled himself away and looked down at his flute in confusion and awe.
“What was…”
He only lingered on the thought for a minute before raising his head and bagging his flute for now. The icy effects of the spell were wearing off as the temperature began rising. Calvin turned to Lilith, the girl, the one who asked him to play. Why this time, why were things different this time? Calvin only hurt his head thinking about it, for the first time in the history of forever Calvin had an aggravated look on his face. For now he faked a smile, and even his enthusiasm seemed a little shallower than usual. He bounced on the spot in fake excitement.
“Wow Aaron that was so cool!”
The most obvious thing to notice from Calvin’s sentence, maybe only Isabel would notice it, but Calvin didn’t mention anything about playing in the snow, or even thank Aaron for the opportunity nor did he ask about the Scouring, whatever that was. Most importantly he still hadn’t introduced himself to the stranger.
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Arkaeis
Soldier
[M:0]
Didn't your mother teach you anything? Hard work pays off if someone else is doing it!
Posts: 12
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Post by Arkaeis on Mar 26, 2012 13:48:52 GMT -6
Arkaeis gave them both a cheerful smile, while at the same time sighing inwardly with relief. "Phew. Well, they seemed like nice people in the first place, but you can never be too sure." The careful rogue thought to himself. He didn't even mind the powerful sage's somewhat arrogant response, for all intents and purposes he had every reason to be so.
"My name, good sir? Arkaeis Delsei vi Titania, but you can call me Ark." He answered, giving a slight bow. He noticed more people gathering, now, most of them apparently friends of the two he was now addressing. Now knowing that he was out of any immediate danger, he relaxed a bit, sincerely admiring the extent of the sage's control over the elements. He had always wanted to be a mage, although he never had any talent for the arcane, himself.
"That was quite an impressive display of magical prowess, if you'll allow me to say so." The rogue commented politely. Although he was a former noble on the run, he still hadn't forgotten his lessons in proper etiquette. He stepped out of the way for a while as they all had a small reunion, observing the way they interacted; for some reason, there was something... off. Especially with the one they called Calvin. When the young blue-haired girl called him to introduce himself, he seemed not to notice at all, stuck in his own little world.
"Well, all the better, I suppose." He reflected. "I was never any good with kids."
His ears perked up as they mentioned taking out stragglers, and he decided to chime in with his coincidental knowledge.
"If it's bandits you're looking for, I might know a place that they would gather. You see, they've stored all of their loot in a place not too far from here, and I'm sure some of them will come back to retrieve it before turning tail and fleeing."
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