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Post by Valcrist on Apr 15, 2012 20:30:06 GMT -6
Valcrist scratched his head, letting out a small chuckle, raising a brow as he stared at the tribeswoman. This wasn't his first encounter with tribesmen, but she seemed especially... what's the word... unaware. Most had atleast a basic grasp on the world outside their tribes, but she appeared mostly clueless. Cen then added his own input that was, well, very... soldiery. He seemed quite clueless in his own way in that regard. Personally Valcrist felt he owed no allegiance to anyone. Maybe his mother at the most. Of course Valcrist was more clueless then the both of them combined, but that was neither here nor there. Valcrist chewed his bread quietly, waiting for the silence to show it's head and for him to have an opening to add his, limited, knowledge.
"Nabata is a land of sand, to the southwest. Dry all year around, and hard to live in. My home, Coroda, survives by selling their craftsmanship skills, instead of hunting or farming. They trade their abilities for food from others, my mother and I are blacksmiths." First question down. "People outside of Sacae have two names. Their given name, and their family name. A family name is inherited from their parents, like you would inherit yours from your tribe. People don't live in tribes outside of Sacae though, they live in places called Villages and Towns and sometimes Cities." He tapped his chin for a second before continuing, trying to explain it the best he can in a way she could understand. "A town is similar to a tribe, in how it's where many people live, but it's not the same. People in towns do not help each other like you may in a tribe, they trade with each other instead. A tribe like the kind you hail from is closer to a large, extended family that lives in one town, then a town itself." Oh no. He was starting to confuse his self now.
"Coroda is my village, but it's not my tribe. Terris is my family name, but it also is not my tribe. Tribes are mostly unique to Sacae."
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Post by Devorah on Apr 16, 2012 23:14:25 GMT -6
The small "world knowledge" lesson that followed Devorah's question was one that both perplexed and entranced her. Now, Devorah was no fool, but it was common for warriors of her tribe to know little to nothing of the outside world thanks to their secluded lifestyle. Some knew more than others, but on the whole the collective knowledge of training Keskarvian warriors on subjects of the outside world was little more than speculation or wild rumor and speculation. It was the main tribe, especially elder leaders and warriors, that knew much more of the outside world, as they had much more experience meeting people outside of the Keskarvian tribe members.
If Devorah were a reserved person she might have blushed at Cen's correction, but she was more shocked than anything. It was almost impossible for her to imagine owing herself to an entire expanse of land. It seemed so foolish, seeing as there could be many times when dispute could arise with the leaders of such a large amount of people. It was hard enough for the elders to manage the requests and opinions of the members of Devorah's tribe, so it seemed unfathomable that someone could manage the well-being and interest of every person in a certain land. The very idea of it made Devorah's head spin.
Even more so, what Valcrist spoke about just downright confused the poor Keskarvian woman. Selling skills? Family names? She tried her best to follow, but she was sure that she probably didn't fully understand. She at least understood when he was talking about the towns; being in Bulgar, Devorah could see how a place like this could function. With places like the bakery they were sitting in and so many people selling goods on the streets, she couldn't imagine this town ever running out of food.
Devorah realized that through Cen and Valcrist's entire explanation she had been slowly nodding her head while one of her eyebrows rose continually higher. Once Valcrist finished, she cocked her head slightly to the left, chewing on a piece of bread that had been in her mouth. She quickly swallowed it, curious to know more. "These places the two of you are from, they sound so... large." She shook her head in delayed incredulity. "I can barely understand how so many people can live here, but from the way you speak of it... This is how most of the world is."
Devorah grew silent for a moment, suddenly feeling very small. Was this the reason she had to embark on a pilgrimage? She knew it was a necessary rite, but that knowledge didn't stop her from resenting her departure from her family. She had only been allowed a few weeks with the family she had only seen in passing for 5 years. Now, it would be an entire three before she could see them again. It made her feel weary just thinking about it.
The excitement dimmed from her eyes, Devorah's gaze disconnected from the two men and looked down at her food, her hand subconsciously cupping the cheek that had been tattooed with her family's identifying pattern. After a moment, she looked back to them. "How can you stand to be so far from your tri-," she corrected herself mid-word, "your town... your family?"
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Post by Valcrist on Apr 16, 2012 23:49:21 GMT -6
"Actually..." Val smirked a bit and crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair with a bit of a laugh. "Coroda is really small. Probably even smaller then your tribe. Only about thirty people live there. We're just lucky, not too far in to the desert and produce such goods that caravans go out of their ways to make to stop." He thought over her words a bit, she seemed very sheltered, even though he noted that earlier, but he didn't take her as a fool. He was the same way when he first left his home, well maybe not as harshly because he had books and stories about the world to work on. "I remember when I first left my home myself. It may seem silly to you, but the first time I saw grass I was nearly knocked off my feet in shock." He gestured with his hand, the remains of his half eaten bread inside and dropping a few crumbs with his movements. "I couldn't believe so many people lived so close either, and my first day in a city wound up with me sleeping on the street because I couldn't understand what I should do. Didn't have money for an inn, didn't have money to eat, it was a sudden and kind of stupid decision."
He waved the words away with a small and slightly hearty laugh, remembering scene and feeling nostalgic. He was completely unaware of anything, he was incredibly lucky that woman took pity on him and hired him to work for her. Where he met Chelsea and Kelvin, and well the rest was history. "It's a bit sad sometimes, and I will admit I get homesick, but I want to see the world. There's just so much out there that I'd miss just staying in my town. Many bad things may have happened, but so has many good things." Somehow it felt more like he was justifying it to his self then answering the actual question. The fact that it answered the question as well was somewhat of a happy coincidence.
He leaned back forward, looking into the bowl of stew, tilting his head slightly as he stared at the thick mixture in front of him. "There's a great many things in this world, and people, and ideas. What people think is right and wrong, interesting blacksmith techniques, personal philosophies and ways of life... Call me greedy, but I want to experience everything." Well, to a reasonable extent. He wasn't going to dive head first into Etruria to ask the Prophet what his favorite color was. He simply had a very powerful sense of curiosity, which gets him in trouble from time to time. Running into Devorah was a perfect example, there was also that time when he left with Kelvin, and that time where he wound up joining the army, and that time where... Well it was a recurring theme it seems. "That's how I can be away from home for so long. There's still so much I haven't seen yet, I can't go home yet."
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Post by Cen on Apr 17, 2012 21:02:49 GMT -6
Cen listened as Valcrist elaborated on the concept of towns to the young woman. He nodded, agreeing, honestly hoping to seem smarter than he probably seemed. Cen felt a strange feeling when the girl expressed the thought of missing ones family. She was probably starting to miss her's. Cen thought of his own parents and siblings for the first in a long time. His oldest brother Marr, was a Knight in a remnants of Ostia cavalry unit. He had joined them after the destruction of their city, and still sent letters home. His other brother Cedidale, was actually a Knight in Bern, and was working his way up in the court of a Bern nationalist.
His sister had been married off to a Pheraen Stable owner. The very thought made it difficult for Cen to refrain from crying. His mother had simply said goodbye, used to seeing her sons leave. His uncle had given a damn, but not much more than a stern talk and few extra coins. His father had told him one sentence, "You aren't worthy of a Knighthood." He'd given Cen a helmet with the family crest, but that was all.
So Cen answered, "My family, doesn't miss me much."
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Post by Devorah on Apr 18, 2012 12:50:28 GMT -6
It was strange thinking of a town like this with only 30 or so people, but according to Valcrist, that was exactly where he was from. That's even smaller than the warrior group, Devorah thought amazedly as she listened to Valcrist talk about when he first left home. She hadn't realized how truly lucky she was that these two men had taken an interest in her, at least enough to take her for a meal. If not, she most definitely would have been sleeping on the streets without a hot meal in her belly.
Dipping her bread in the stew yet again, Devorah bit another chunk off of her bread and masticated as the blacksmith explained his reasons for not going back. As a child Devorah had always wondered why the warriors who left on their pilgrimage wouldn't come back; when her mother told her that they just "found something they thought was better," Devorah always laughed, not able to understand the scope of the outside world. From the way Valcrist talked about it, though, it seemed almost foolish to stay in one country and to not explore. Devorah wondered if the three years she was required to stay away on pilgrimage would be long enough for her to experience everything before she had to return.
As Valcrist finished, Devorah looked to Cen as he gave his short answer. It broke her heart to think of someone whose family simply didn't miss him. Devorah knew at least her mother would miss her greatly, just as she had when Devorah left the main tribe to train with the warrior group. But to have no one at home who would be glad to see you if you returned...
After Cen's comment, the table grew eerily quiet for a moment, and Devorah couldn't stand it. She didn't want this conversation to go on for any longer than it had to, and seeing that she had somehow finished her meal in the short time they had been there, she couldn't stand to just sit around when she had barely seen any of the city yet. "Well," she felt the word burst from her mouth, unable to contain herself much longer, "There's no reason for us to just sit around all day is there?" She jumped up, smoothing out her skirt and wiping a few bread crumbs off of her front. Devorah had only been through the market, so she wanted to see more before it got too dark. "Let's go look around the city, come on! We can talk more as we walk!"
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Post by Valcrist on Apr 21, 2012 18:41:30 GMT -6
Valcrist finished his meal in a tidy fashion, letting the silence overtake the room instead of going and interrupting it. He worried for a moment, if perhaps he was the one who summoned such a cease fire of words, but would not dwell on it. He murdered conversations more often then he fought bandits, it's about time he simply got used to it. That was easy to say, or well think, but it still made him a bit uncomfortable in the end. Like he was a child squirming in his seat, waiting for his mother to stop talking to the friend she ran in to, desperately wanting to leave but not wanting to wrench other people out, so instead he waited and felt... well awkward. Such a new and alien feeling, the brave and confident Valcrist simply could not abide by this complete butchering of his character.
Devorah broke the silence, and he could feel his self taking in a deep breath in relief. "Alright, I've been to Bulgar quite a few times now, I can guide us if you want." He smiled, grateful the tense air seemed to have been sliced apart by her words. With little effort, he rose from his seat and walked away for a few moments. Talking to the baker, just a small talk that nothing of real importance was exchanged, except for the small bag of gold he place on the counter to pay for his own meal. He refused at first, but Valcrist ever insisted and with a smile walked away and back to the group."Is there any place in particular you'd like to visit?"
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Post by Devorah on Apr 22, 2012 12:42:31 GMT -6
OoC: Doing a short time skip to get us out of the bakery and walking around
Devorah couldn't help but bounce on her heels, he eyes cast towards the door as Valcrist went to the counter to talk to the baker for a few moments. She was anxious and excited to go out into the city and see what it had to offer, but she was quite glad that the blacksmith was willing to be their guide. She could barely keep herself from running towards the door when Valcrist came back over to the group, asking where she wanted to go.
In all honesty she had no clue where she wanted to go, but that didn't bother her in the slightest. For now, she wanted to go with her instincts and just go. "Nope, none at all," she smiled at Valcrist, "Let's just look around, come on!" She motioned towards the exit and, unable to contain her excitement any longer, she quickly went to the door and left the bakery, assuming the two men would be in tow.
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They had been walking for a short time now, with Devorah wide eyed and trying to find somewhere to let her eyes rest. They were back in the marketplace, though thankfully it wasn't as crowded as it was before. As it was the late afternoon some of the merchants were beginning to pack up, but the others were still calling out their products and hoping they could make one more sale for the day.
Devorah squinted, seeing a stall in particular that had a large variety of weaponry that she was instantly drawn to. Letting go of the grip Cen had on her hand, she floated over to the stall, her eyes glassy and dream-like as she looked over the weapons. After a few moments she broke her daze and looked back to Valcrist, a big grin taking over her features. "You said you can make weapons like these?" Devorah had of course seen swords and axes, but there was such a variety of style at the stall that she had never seen. "In my tribe the metal workers only make the swords one way, and the axes another. But these... They're so beautiful." She reached out a single finger to touch the handle of a particular foreign-looking blade, curved and golden.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2012 14:37:44 GMT -6
Wide crimson eyes brimming with excitement surveyed the city as she made her way through the streets of Bulgar. Never before had she seen such a big city filled with so much life and even more so people and smells. So many people mulling about...
Instinctively Lyrt pulled Emon's blade off her back and into her arms tensing having heard stories of people's belongings being stolen in crowds. It would be an embarrassing reflection onto her own abilities even more so then a few days before with her faulty cooking. She had tried her very best to make it up in the three days that had transpired since then to now but... It was still an embarrassment none the less no matter how much time may had passed.
Little time was spent lingering on such matters as he mind was quickly drawn elsewhere by a soft scent that seemed to make her just forget it all. Tea! Forgetting momentarily about Jya whom she had mistakenly gotten separated from a little while before she slipped forward to stare running her fingers over the jars as she judged the various leaves that lay inside. The shop owner smiled good naturedly at her and she responded in the same kindly manner.
"Is this tea from the north?" the girl began hesitantly lightly tapping one of the jars "It looks so...dark compared any I have ever seen..."
"By chance you are right, I suppose the leaves gave it away now didn't then? You can tell by the odd pattern of the veining of the leaves. It was a special crop that I by chance had gotten my hands on in the far west." The stall owner moved about filling a small pouch with it and pushed it across to her. "You seem like you would appreciate the unique scent."
Lyrt's smile of surprise widening into one of delight as she took the small bag and held it up to the light watching the man swell with pride. "I thank you...there must be something here...that I can give..." Furiously she began to paw though her bag trying to find something to give in return to make such a trade fair. After a few minutes she pulled out a small pot and placed it onto the table pushing it forward with her fingertips "This is all I can give to thank you, its medicine...made only by my tribe that is good for burns. It is only a small amount but...it is very potent."
Humming softly to herself she placed the small sack in her pack and moved on to the next stall staring at the array of weapons that lay on display. They were all so beautifully formed it was hard to believe that they were made with the purpose to slaughter...weather man or beast. The world was odd like that with the most deadly plants always the ones holding the most beauty to them as if beckoning one closer with a poison coated finger. "A wetstone...if you have one..." she said softly to the merchant entranced by the swords.
No matter how beautiful they were a sword was a sword, only the wielder could muster up the true beauty of a weapon. Immediately she held the sword in her arms tighter to her chest, was that why her brother had left his blade? As to not stain it? It was all that she thought of no matter how hard she tried to drive it from her mind, why did he leave it behind. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she did not even notice the merchant growing more and more frustrated as he brandished a wetstone towards her as she had requested only a few moments before.
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Post by Jya on Apr 22, 2012 15:32:14 GMT -6
Jya had half escorted and half followed Lyrt to the town of Bulgar. Well she considered it a town seeing how many big cities she had visited in her time. Her plans were to hurry up, get the supplies and head out for Lycia. However seeing Lyrt’s reaction to the large town kept her plans back. It wouldn’t be too bad to explore the place, maybe there will be surprises yet. No, there are always surprises if one looks for something new or just wondering about. While she began to check her swords and lose her focus on her companion for only a few moments, she soon lost sight of Lyrt. Sure enough, she was alone again but she didn’t seem worried. She had confidence in herself that she will be able to find the archer even among so many people. There weren’t that many Illians in the town and that white head stick out like a sore thumb. Instead of looking for her friend now, she began to weave through the crowd with a sense of purpose. Truth be told she wasn’t sure where to start.
A smile spread over her face as nostalgia seems to flood over her. The amount of people here made it a perfect spot to make a few extra coins. Through her experience she learned how to steal little bits and pieces when she needed it. If people dug through her bag there was a large mixture of gold jewelry and currency laced about. It was obvious that nobody had need for such items especially if they weren’t using it. When she was travelling with Val, she was careful to make sure the sage did not find her secret stash. It would have been catastrophic if he found out how much she had stolen. This was her way of surviving though, it was either that or murder.
She didn’t appear like a Sacaen obviously but that wasn’t necessary. A good thief just didn’t need to stand out and so she adopted a different gait than her usual casual one. Physical appearance helped but so did changing one’s style. Once the condition of blending in was complete she began the second step. Her eyes fell upon many men and women, taking in which would be the best to steal from. Locals were difficult to handle if she got caught and she preferred to pilfer from the merchants.
The non-locals appeared to be cautious though, their purses and things carefully placed away from peering eyes. It might have deterred most thieves but she found that it made it easier to spot certain items. Then again, she honestly did not need much to carry herself over to the next location. Maybe a few coins from the easiest targets would be better than trying to grab a handful. One mistake she learned from was trying to grab too much. Instead she might take a coin or two from one person then move on to the next.
Feeling that this was the best strategy, she began to do what she was good at. Her hands slipped easily in and out of pockets, depositing coins into her pockets and pouch. She even managed to score a ring and a bracelet from some merchants. Her luck was going good until somebody did notice a change in their valuables. The man froze at his spot after she had already drifted quite some distance away. He was puzzled for only a moment before he began to call out.
“Thief! There is a thief!” he shouted. Jya knew better than to start making a break for it. She could hear that nobody was shooting straight at her. She kept her cool and even took a glance back at the raving man. She shook her head as if to feel sorry like a few other people and continued on her way. A simple catch, the man will miss his ring. Perhaps it was a wedding ring or a parent’s however she did not care. It was going to be pawned off soon enough. She had her hand gripped on it and soon stuffed the valuable treasure into her pockets along with the rest of the catch.
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Post by Cen on Apr 22, 2012 18:28:55 GMT -6
Cen wasn't as interested in weapons as Devorah was. They were just tools used by a warrior. At least, that's what the master at arms at Laus had told him. The warrior won a battle, according to the old man, even if the opponent had a "Legendary Weapon", the better warrior could win with tooth and nail. Which was ridiculous of course, but Cen wasn't sure if the legendary weapons were really all that special. He wasn't sure if there had even BEEN a Scouring. It just didn't seem likely. Dragons? And if they did exist, there was no chance humans could stand up to them. But the lance over there looked nice.
That's when a yell split the air. "Thief! There is a Thief!" Cen looked around, looking for anyone who stood out. Sadly, the only standouts where his companions, and himself. But then he saw a head of whit hair. An Illian woman in Bulgar from the look of it. He figured if he didn't act, him Devorah, or Valcrist could be suspects. He quickly walked over to where she stood d lost in thought, "Sorry to bother you miss, but ah was wondering if you knew where the man over there's ring went." Maybe she'd trip up on the simple question. He hoped his movements wouldn't cause suspicion.
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Post by Valcrist on Apr 23, 2012 11:39:03 GMT -6
It was a rather quiet walk around town. Well quiet for him, the entire trip Devorah and Cen had been talking about a myriad of things, but Valcrist remained polite and kept out of it. He wasn't the most wise man in situations such as this, the social cues and rules and etiquette, it was simply a sea of confusion for him. Like reading a foreign language and trying your best to make it out, over time his mind has absorbed bits and pieces that he moved on unconsciously, but simply not interrupting another person's conversation wasn't a confusing act of social interaction. It was simply good manners, an act of understanding, something that even he could do.
The weapons had ensnared Devorah's attention, Valcrist his self was having a hard time turning his eyes elsewhere. Tracing the shining steel, his eyes gently following the delicate dips in design, just as those blades that filled his memories with their unique glory. How was his mother now? He would love to see. His brow began to furrow, and he simply could stare at it no longer and instead allowed the sacaen woman to fill his gaze. He was not looking at her, but through her, wanting to see something that was not there, that would never be there. He shook his head, and let out a small stammered chuckle, returning his eyes to hers as he began to speak. The silence that had engulfed the world vanished as the voices that never stopped talking finally reached his ears.
"Oh these? Yeah, they look exactly like some of the work I did-do. Used to do, maybe. Never sure how to put it," He turned his head again with an appraising eye, looking at the blade in a completely different way then before. His finger gently touched upon the weapon as he ran it down the unblemished steel. He brought it down, then back up, his finger remaining at a point on the golden handle. "Here, there's a design." He muttered lightly, his voice barely loud enough to be heard. "Is it? I thought so... Yep, my mother made this blade. I knew I recognized it." His voice picked up, slipping through his grinning face. "Here on the handle, there's my family's smithing mark. The Sun and Moon." He pointed again at the designed engraved into the handle itself. This wasn't a commissioned work, so the design was in clear view if you knew where to look.
His hand slowly touched the hilt of his blade strapped upon his waist, slowly squeezing the handle, but letting it go instead. I can't just draw it here, besides my work isn't nearly as skillful as my mother's. With a shake of the head and a sigh, he smiled. So instead his wandering had found a different home to settle in, grabbing his currently naked arm and pulling it ever so lightly. It wasn't the thick fabric his fingers had grown used to, his mind and body forgetting for a moment that his coat was not there. His head began to turn away from Devorah, the Sacaen no longer the center of his attentions, and turned more and more until he had to move his entire body to continue watching what had caught his eye. "One moment, I think I see someone I recognize..." He had said, moving before an answer could be mustered up and given to the thoroughly uninterested man. He slunk away, moving through the crowd skillfully, and slipping through the people like a snake in the grasslands.
The shouts and pleas of help had no hope of ever reaching his distracted ears. He moved quickly, catching up nearly instantly. The emerald wraith was in his sights, and he could simply not let it go. He was unable to not act on his stupid impulses, a lesson learned on the day he left and that seemed to poison his every action at times. It wasn't a powerful memory, but it was on the cusp of his mind. Back in Sacae once more, the thoughts of the things he has done and people he has met flooded into his mind, and vaguely, ever so vaguely was this woman there. He never forgot a face, even if his knowledge of names was at times spotty. He remembered her's though, that look and attitude Valorian gave after she introduced herself stuck with him. The combination of entertainment, fear, and perhaps even hopelessness, added to the fact he almost manhandled Valcrist into joining him a moment later. "Hey! Hey, it's Jya, right?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2012 17:22:49 GMT -6
Lyrt was slowly coaxed from her drifting thoughts by a voice right beside her, speaking too... her? She slowly raised her head and fixed her gaze up at the man who had spoken, a foreigner by the looks of it. His hair was gold, like the hilt of the intricately carved blade that she held to her chest. He looked odd enough but there was little for her to say for sure seeing as she did know little about him.
"Yes? How am I able to assist you sir?" she asked him politely taking the time to listen to his question fully before responding in a polite fashion. "I apologize but I was not paying as much attention to my surroundings as I should have..." she inclined her head for a moment towards him before turning to glance over at the man whom was indicated to her. Though an angry grumble pulled her attention and she turned to stare at the weapon stall owner now red in the face from being made to wait so long.
Hurriedly she apologized to him her cheeks turning a deep red from the embarrassment of it all. Counting out the coins she placed them in a neat pile and accepted the wetstone slipping it into her pack before glancing back to the man from before. Lyrt's mannerisms were unmistakably sacaen especially with the lack of hesitation she held when she grabbed onto the golden haired foreigners arm. "Ah, can you help me with something for a moment?" she asked him pulling him lightly to let him know to follow as she moved forward to the still frantically calling man's side.
"Excuse me, can you describe the ring that you are missing sir?" she asked with a calming smile "I and my friend over here will help you look for it if that is alright with you."
The man looked taken aback by her kindness rendered speechless for a moment before starting to hurriedly describe it. "It is a gold ring inlaid with a small jadeite stone" he mumbled showing her the size with his fingers. "I had bought it for my betrothed and I don't know what I will do without it!"
He looked so desperate she had to help him somehow "we will try our best" she said reassuringly the man telling her where he was staying for the night before running off in search of a guard to help him in some way.
Lyrt swiveled around and clasped one of the foreigner's hands between her own staring up at him with large eyes. "Please help him as well, I will get my companion to assist" she chimed not even waiting for an answer as she dove back into the crowd searching for Jya.
It was not a field so she would definitely be easier to find he-
There she was! The green stood out among the crowd and she politely made her way through as fast as she could "Jya" she said as loudly as she could trying to get her attention.
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Post by Jya on Apr 23, 2012 18:50:53 GMT -6
Jya was happily continuing on her way through the streets. The ring she stolen was easily dancing about the tips of her fingers. It was heavier than others and that meant it was worth a bit more. She lightly felt the edges finding an obtrusion which meant that it was encrusted by some sort of jewel. Now she needed to find a place to pawn it off, which is more difficult to do in Sacae. Yes, with her luck she could get rid of all her stolen items somewhere in Lycia. She might not have the most connections to any black market but she knew where and who to sell to.
When her name was called out, she almost dropped the ring in surprise. However she managed to clench her fists around the object and turned to face whoever called her out. It had to be someone familiar if they knew her name and sure enough she faced the tan Nabatan swordsman. His name was easy to remember considering the fact that it was pronounced similar and started with V like Valorian.
“Hey Valcrist,” she waved with her free hand. She managed to dig up the name with some effort. This was extremely unexpected but stranger things have happened to the girl. Her eyes drifted to the man but soon fell upon Lyrt off in the distance talking to the man she had stolen from. What was that girl getting herself into? She tried to disguise her curiosity and faced the swordsman instead.
“Strange to see you here but still what have you been up to?” she asked but when Lyrt called out to her, she couldn’t help but ask what she wanted. Shame Jya was getting into quite a mess over one little ring.
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Post by Devorah on Apr 24, 2012 1:45:56 GMT -6
The Sacaen tore her eyes away from the weapon she had become enamored with for a moment as she watched Valcrist examining it as well, though his gaze seemed more purposeful and calculated than hers. In a way, it almost seemed that he looked over it with something of a caring gaze, like a mother would her child. At the mention of his work on blades like this, Devorah smiled, her eyes again lowering to the blade. "It is so beautiful," she said as she watched his finger trace down the carefully-shaped metal. While she was no blacksmith and certainly no sword master, she could appreciate a well-crafted blade when she saw one, even if he didn't necessarily see all of the intricacies of the craftsmanship.
The perfect example of this was the blacksmith's mark on the handle. She squinted when he pointed out the design that denoted the blade's maker, and she was shocked when Valcrist realized it was his family's work. "That is remarkable," she gasped, imagining what the blade must look like being used in battle. "It looks like it could fly through the air like silk and cut like a predator's talon. And your family's work must be excellent if their blades are being sold so far from your home..." Even though Devorah didn't quite know where Nabata was, she knew it must be at least a few day's walk from where they were or Valcrist wouldn't have the need to be homesick sometimes.
If the brown-haired girl hadn't been so engrossed by the blades, she might have wondered if Valcrist might be sad or homesick at the sight of his family's work. As well, she also might have noticed when her companion spoke and then turned away; unfortunately, however, her eyes still danced about the multitude of weapons, hands delicately touching leather hilts and iron blades. She was entranced, barely noticing the grumble of the merchant who owned the stall, mumbling about the native who didn't know what she was doing.
Then, chaos ensued. Shouts erupted around Devorah, though their content was unknown to her. In an instant she snapped out of her trance, confused by the yells and quick-moving people around her. Her eyes darted about as she looked for Valcrist and Cen, but amidst the chaos she could see no one. For the first time since she arrived she became afraid, hoping she hadn't become lost from her group. "Valcrist!" she yelled, trying to push past the people were running about. "Cen! Where are you!" After a few moments of pushing she spotted her tall companion almost instantly; Valcrist, however, had escaped her eye. Maybe they've already found one another, she hoped, pushing towards where Cen was.
Finally reaching a lull in the crowd, Devorah stumbled towards Cen. Her gaze shot behind her for a moment as she regained her balance, but she quickly straightened up and looked to her companion, noting the ivory-haired woman that was accompanying him. She couldn't help but sound slightly exasperated as she was still confused. "What's happening?"
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Post by Valcrist on Apr 25, 2012 3:32:26 GMT -6
"Oh you remember me? I'm flattered." He laughed a bit, looking at the green clad girl. She looked very similar to the last time he saw her, and somehow it made him kind of glad. He couldn't honestly say she was a friend, but seeing people you know, even if they're acquaintances always made him have a stupid little grin. In the entire expanses of Elibe, to run into a person he knew once again was a rare experience. The back of his head didn't really itch, but scratched it anyways, as a way to fill the emptiness his hands were feeling as he spoke. "I've been just traveling around, found my way back to Bulgar as luck would have it." That seemed to be his modus operandi for everything these days, wandering around and sating his insatiable curiosity.
He gazed to the left, then the right, looking around a bit but eventually conceding and looking right back at Jya. She was at least a good bit shorter then him, and Valcrist wasn't a particularly tall man to begin with. "I don't see Valorian or Izzy anywhere, you guys split up?" It was especially confusing for Valorian, since from what little he saw he was almost glued to her side. Well except for when she snuck away, which she might be doing right now, but whatever.
He heard his name being called, but didn't turn his head to look, for the oddest reason it didn't even register. Maybe because the entire town was simply littered with Valcrists and he needed to wear a name tag saying "Hi! I'm the Valcrist from Nabata!" and they were calling someone else. Or, more likely and more grounded in reality, he simply wasn't paying attention.
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