Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on May 31, 2012 15:53:28 GMT -6
Hiro had spent almost a month in the town where he had almost tracked down Rayl, so damn close and he still couldn't find the man. Well crap, some spy he turned out to be, hell he couldn't evade people as well as he thought. Hiro felt so smug finding one of Kraft's lackies and calling him out on his lack of skill then almost having a run in with one of his more aggressive agents. Hiro had packed his bags and disappeared in the night, he had hoped he wasn't spotted in his stolen guard uniform he gathered for a couple of weeks.
He had walked into a tavern and paid a decent price for a haircut, only if it wasn't for the damned green streak in his hair he could pass off as another person. Out of his pack he pulled a dark colored cloak and put it on. Leaving town he drifted around still hoping to find Rayl or one of the 'heroes' from the bandit war Kraft wanted. Hiro had spent so many years looking for them and had only found one lead, was it really worth it?
Being alive was a far better plan so he had to keep up with his search, paranoia had kicked in after that incident a while back. When he had heard about a tournament two things popped in his head, overtime pay check and the possibility of his 'targets' showing up. Entering the gates of the town the tournament was being held Hiro's eyes scanned the crowd, first was to check how many guards there were then maybe a target.
For now, too many guards. It was a big event after all, best plan was to lay low for the time being. As his eyes darting across the crowd of people he saw a girl running as a man yelling 'STOP! THEIF!' it had reminded him he wasn't the only one with that mindset around. He slide his coin purse into his pants next to his crouch. God damn this cloak was hot, why did he chose to wear it at all times? Oh right, being dead is worse than being hot. Guess it was time to mingle with the crowd till the action had began.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Jun 1, 2012 14:37:29 GMT -6
After a few hours of perusing the markets of Bern, Marcus' coinpurse certainly felt a bit lighter, but at least his hair wasn't so insufferably long now. Plus, he was now wearing a brand new cloak that hid his wings nicely and he had even found himself a nice little sheath that fit his improvised knife quite well. Content with the money he had spent, the dragon decided to check out the tournament, and possibly find some reliable looking fighters to bet on. After all, if he was going to attend this tourney, he might as well make some money off of it.
As Marcus strolled through the inner part of town, he examined some of the different fighters he saw. So far he had picked dark skinned man with a rather large axe, a small Illian man with twin daggers sheathed on each hip, and a Sacaen who was stringing a fine short bow that looked deadly accurate. As he was considering the skill of a man trying to impress a crowd with his lance spinning skills, he spotted to faces that seemed familiar. As he approached them he couldn't believe his luck.
"Clair! Richter!" He shouted in their direction.
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Post by Mana on Jun 1, 2012 18:18:22 GMT -6
Mana listened to Wyatt's detailed explanation before looking toward the black knight again. Mana knew, that he had some knowledge she didn't possess which also allowed the blacksmith to see with different perspective. "Is he? Hmm... Anyway, he does make me uneasy and...somewhat wanting to duel him," she said after Wyatt finished giving her some helpful lecture. She averted her gaze from the black knight and the man with knives, thinking about what Wyatt had said. "You...amazing, Wyatt! You have such good eyes." Mana couldn't help but felt amazed by his observation ability. The girl had tried to look at the knives but she couldn't find what wrong with them even after Wyatt explained it to her. Although she could see the rusts, she still hadn't completely understand the meaning behind it. "I've never tried to study my opponent that way. I usually just charge first and....try to win," she muttered, realizing how simple her fighting style had always been.
"Huh!" she snorted, annoyed. The swordwoman seemed to misunderstand his words. She thought he was saying everyone would see her as a novice and go easy against her. "I really don't like being underestimated. That will leave a bad taste even if I win," she said. Mana looked angrily at the crowd, trying to think a way to make her opponent in the tournament wouldn't underestimate her.
Mana, still looking annoyed, then grabbed a cheese and stuffed all of it into her mouth as she turned at Wyatt again, almost choked when the cheese stopped in her throat. Quickly grabbing a glass of water from a passing waitress, she drank all the water with hurry. "Haaah...I thought I was going to die..." she said as she put the glass on the table, breathing rapidly.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Jun 1, 2012 20:09:27 GMT -6
Wyatt chuckled at Mana's annoyance. [red]"It's just a fact of life, more so because you are a girl."[/red] He said shrugging. [red]"I know better though. On one of my first adventures I remember, we had a female shaman with us. You know, they use that dark ma..."[/red] He paused for a moment. [red]"No no...what did she call it? Right, Elder magic. Anyway, she was really upbeat and cheerful and all that. I kept treating her like she was helpless, because where I am from that is just what I was used to. Well, let me tell you she was able to show me a thing or two. She actually wound up saving my life that day. By the way, that was after I got soundly beaten in a spar by a thirteen year old cavalier. Since then, I don't judge my opponents or my allies by their appearance. Young or old, male or female, it really doesn't matter."[/red]
He stopped for a moment, watching Mana attack the food. He was concerned when he saw the signs of her starting to choke, but when she downed the water rapidly and spoke, he couldn't keep from letting loose a light hearted laugh. [red]"Easy Mana, easy. The food isn't going anywhere yet! Yikes, if you eat like that before the tournament you'll get sick before you get into the ring!"[/red] He said with a bright smile. He always felt so relaxed around her, like a good comrade in arms.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 2, 2012 23:06:03 GMT -6
Clair left Corona with one last scratch on his head, and joined Richter's path up to the gate. She would draw a good bit more attention in her significantly brighter armor and uniform than the more inconspicuously dressed pink-haired commander, but the golden spear pulsing slightly as it tapped the ground to her footsteps would draw attention anyway.It didn't make much difference as it turned out. Everyone was intent on getting inside the city, and if someone did happen to look, they didn't stare long. Her business like steps discouraged people from wishing to become too involved.
Once they had gotten through, the change in the look and feel of the place was almost palpable. Passion filled the air alongside the busy city's shouts and calls. A celebratory mood filled the air, accompanied by trappings of the various warriors grouping up for the tourney. It was an amazing sight to see so many people from all the other countries grouped in one place, but Clair remained largely unmoved by it. She may feel the city's energy nipping at her, enough that she wanted to stop and take in the sights, in fact, but she wasn't about to let it distract her from what needed done. This was the time for action. Sightseeing could come some other time.
"Oh, the answers to those questions are "yes" and "yes". I'm sure you could have guessed that without asking though." She felt the corners of her mouth curve up into a small smile at Richter's teasing, but remained otherwise on track.
"As you see fit, Commander. If you handle it, I'll stay quiet until I have anything relevant to add."
Inside, she knew she would probably find something relevant to add. She'd grown far more independant than she had been. A spark had lit sometime in the last few months, and it only continued to burn brighter and hotter with time. Perhaps part of it came because she knew her craft so well now. Some of it could be from the boost in confidence and ego she'd gotten at meeting the Ilian High Lords. None of it was unjustified.
Clair turned away at the sound of someone calling her name. The voice was difficult to make out, but it had been there, she was sure. She looked towards the crowds filling the streets, taking only a moment to pick out the familiar form of the blond haired manakete heading their way.
"Marcus?" She took a few steps towards him, forcing some of the traffic to redirect out of her way to avoid getting too close to the pulsating thunder lance. She'd returned to the army to find no dragon. He'd not joined up with her in the North either. She'd been somewhat disturbed by her friend's absence and had wondered what had led to it, but there hadn't been an answer for her.
"Richter look." She smiled again, on confirming her sight. "It is Marcus." Where had that lizard brain been this whole time, she wondered?
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Jun 3, 2012 2:48:30 GMT -6
OOC: Pardon me if my creativity with the food items is really weird. I'm not sure if pegasus and wyverns can be food, so haha.
IC:
The skirmish at Axelaide didn't turn out too well for Sabin. He had escaped the Etrurian soldiers down there, although it was difficult. He then was seperated from his group as more soldiers started chasing them. Needing a place to hide, he ended up hiding in a merchant ship... a Bernese one at that. The soldiers somehow were not able to find him, didn't even think he'd hide in one of the ships, those dumb lads. Soon the ship set sail, and although the merchants at first were paranoid about letting a wanted man stay on their ship, not to mention a possible pirate, once Sabin explained his story of how he hated the Etrurian occupation of the Western Isles and why he was being hunted, the merchants understood his plight and sympathized with him. Yes, everything was working in Sabin's favor so far. Lady Luck must really have loved him a lot.
And so here he was, back in the streets of Bern. Absolutely disappointed with himself, and the situation in the Western Isles. His comrades, he knew nothing about their whereabouts, or their plight. He wanted to help his motherland- and yet he couldn't. Even the mightiest of warriors can not battle alone and win- they will always fail. He needed help, the strength of others, or at least hope luck would be with him. Not like it already wasn't.
Deciding to ease himself of his worries, he decided to go to a tavern, where he could just smell the delicious Bernese food. It had been probably a month since he left, and now he had returned, without doing much at all. Now was not the time to ponder about defeats though- if there was one thing that always cheered Sabin up, it was food and wine. Or whisky, but at the moment he was inclined to take wine. Another one of those 'mood preferences.'
He took a look at the menu, and there were many different, interesting food to try out: Pegasus Delight- Fried Rice with the meat of a Pegasus and some vinegar to enhance taste; Wyvern Salad: An assortment of various vegtables and Wyvern meat; Bernese noodles, and much more. The first three however caught his eye- he decided to try out, and gave the order- of course he did not forget the wine, he never would.
Sitting down, he decided to observe his surroundings. A big board which had information about another tournament, this time a very big one, happening about soon. Sabin definetly would take part in this one. He saw many strong warriors in the tavern- he was eager to test his skills soon.
And then, his eyes were set at a particular table- He saw a familiar face. That red-haired man... he had talked to him earlier! They had met on that Lycian ship, that seemed like many months ago. He was a blacksmith, wasn't he? Sabin thought hard... what was that man's name again? Was he here for the tournament as well?
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Post by Mana on Jun 3, 2012 12:33:58 GMT -6
Mana averted her gaze from Wyatt because he started laughing. The girl couldn't help but felt embarrassed after knowing it was her that made him laugh. She crossed her arms and tried to look calm, which failed when her cheeks started to turn red. And it was not just Wyatt, some other people saw her shameful acts as well, which made her more embarrassed.
At least she forgot her annoyance about the underestimating topic, although it got replaced with some embarrassment. Mana seemed to learn from her experience, she snatched a bread and only took a small bite. "Shut up..." she whispered to the blacksmith. Although her glare was scary, her red face and embarassed expression ruined her effort to intimidate Wyatt. "A-anyway...I think you're right! I should keep my condition before the tournament," she said.
"By the way, how would you prepare yourself?" she then asked, trying to change the topic. What Mana meant was his choice of weapon. She was wondering whether the blacksmith would choose using sword, axe, or both to fight in the tournament. If he chose axe, Mana belived he would do well. But she was rather concerned about him using sword. Although Wyatt's swordplay had been greatly improved and he had good physique, some experienced swordmen might find one or two weakness they could exploit. "Well, I am not going to stop you if you want to use this tournament as a chance to train your sword skill," she remarked before Wyatt could give a reply to her question.
Mana hadn't noticed that someone was looking at them, at Wyatt. She was too occupied with the food. The Sacaen girl didn't want to choke again, after all.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Jun 3, 2012 12:44:50 GMT -6
Wyatt shut up immediately at Mana's frustrated remark, still silently grinning a little bit. He chose to let her change the topic, moving on to the topic. [red]"Well...I need to find people to spar with of course! Besides you, I mean. You've taught me a lot, but there are going to be a lot of different fighters, so I need to practice against all kinds of styles."[/red] He said, waving his hand in the air for a bit of dramatic flourish. When she asked what he would use, he arched an eyebrow. [red]"Why both of course! If I am fighting a sword user, using my axe would be foolish. I'd get cut to ribbons! But I can't just focus on the sword, I need to work on my axe technique too. I've been focusing on the sword so much I've probably gotten a little rusty with my axe."[/red] He mused, thinking about how much he'd been using a sword lately. [red]"Which reminds me. I'll need to make a good blade. Nothing against you, but your swords won't work well for me. I need something bigger...bulkier."[/red] He remarked, pointing to some of the massive blades around the tavern. He became aware, as he looked around, of someone watching him. Just that feeling...making his nerves stand on end. It was a crowded tavern, and Mana had just made a little bit of a scene, so it made sense.
Still...something bothered him. He reached out and took another bite of some of the meat, scanning his eyes about the crowded room.
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Post by Kenshin on Jun 4, 2012 2:01:30 GMT -6
OoC: A wild Living Legend appears. He's only making an appearance with no desire to take up sword/bow in battle. If you'd like to have your character recognize him based on what they've heard please do so later in the week so I can reply in a timely manner.
Kenshin had finally made it home to be almost tackled by his daughter in seer joy of his return. He picked her up and spun around with her in his arms as she giggled. He set her down as he pulled a new dolly from his bag, his wife Katara had met him with tears as the two embraced. Kenshin kissed her on the forehead as he softly told her how much he missed and loved her. After the two had separated Katara had noticed the relic Kenshin had with him "Yes this is Miurgre, the very bow Hanon had used. The spirits had told me they had a new wielder for the Falcatta, I was able to make it to the shrine in time to retrieve the bow so it didn't fall into the wrong hands." "You just got home, you can't, you said the next time you return it will be the last and you'll stay here with us." "I know what I had said but I need some answers, I'll be home for good in a months time regardless if I find them or not."
Kenshin had spent a couple of days at home with his family before his quest, the search would take him into Bern with hopes of finding an old ally. "What happened to the Malte when Alan had it... Should I keep the bow or return it to Athos, does he know that I hold it now?" Shortly after making it to Bern Kenshin had heard of a fighting tournament, Alan was one of the more aggressive members of the party maybe he'll find him there. Somebody like that wouldn't just pass up a legitimate excuse to beat the crap out of people and make money doing so. As Kenshin arrived he saw the large gathering of people, he didn't feel too safe with that many people around while carrying the bow so he planned on keeping it in his hand the whole time. He started checking taverns in hopes of seeing or hearing about Alan. He had entered the first tavern and the smells reminded him something, he was in need of a meal. Taking a seat he ordered a steak, a salads, and wine to drink. As he ate he kept an open ear to the crowd and the bow right next to his hands.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 5, 2012 15:00:37 GMT -6
"Good, then I'll take care of it," said Richter, mirroring Clair's smile. He knew there was a reason he liked her.
Clair now moved and spoke with a confidence and an independence that Richter hadn't seen manifested in her before her attempted rescue from Alranus's clutches. It was, no doubt, a welcome change. With the new and fairly unique challenges that had made a habit of mounting against their little band, they could no longer maintain a strict chain of command. It was too easily disrupted. No, if Richter's time in the slammer had taught him anything, it was that they would have to be fluid and adaptable, ready to respond to threats and continue their missions despite any potential severance between the men and their commander. Clair's development was a good start in that direction.
At the same time, however, the commander appreciated the pegasus knight's willingness to bend to his authority. He had no doubt noticed her eagerness to put on his shoes, so to speak, and she had done well in gaining the respect of the men, but in spite of his recent absence, he still felt a certain possessiveness over his men. He was their commander after all.
Yes, it was true that Richter no longer held the position that had initially put him in charge, but the men that followed him had seen some of the harshest battles of their lives under his command, and many of them, either willingly or no, had even betrayed their own country to further his fight against the Prophet. Because of this, Richter felt a personal responsibility in seeing his men through this war safely, and if he couldn't, he would at least make sure their deaths meant something.
But as Richter turned to knock on the door to the gatehouse, he heard Clair's voice urging his attention, in addition to another familiar voice shouting at them from afar.
"Hmm?" he uttered, as he turned his gaze towards the crowd to his left, only to see Marcus approaching them, hood down and hair cut, waving at them.
"Keep your voice down," Richter shushed, moving towards the dragon and grabbing him by the wrist in an attempt to draw him closer and out of the crowd. He took a moment to check for anyone particularly suspicious, and satisfied that he couldn't see any potential threats, looked back down to his manakete ally.
"I'm trying to remain somewhat inconspicuous," spoke the pink haired Ilian with a touch of urgency. "You're not exactly an expert in that regard."
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Post by Mana on Jun 5, 2012 16:35:06 GMT -6
"Ah...You have a point." The Sacaen swordwoman realized that Wyatt would have some advantage in the battle if he chose to using both weapons. Maybe her mindset was too narrow, she had thought he should choose one, which he actually could use with sword and axe. Also, Mana just noticed that she had never seen Wyatt swinging his axe since they started travelling together. When sparring with her he always used the training swords they made, and sometimes borrowed her iron sword. "Hmm, I think I want to see you fight using an axe. I believe I haven't seen it," she said, imagining how Wyatt would swing his axe. However, she got a chill when she remembered about his Magma Axe. "But don't make something exploded like...what I did, okay?"
"Yes, I think my sword is too light for you. You probably would do well with heavier weapon, like axes. A big blade would be perfect," she said, clasping her hands across her chest. Mana knew Wyatt was powerful, he had great strength which she had faced many times at their spars. Maybe she wouldn't be able to match up with him if she didn't have her agility and flexibility. "I will help you make them later." She assumed Wyatt would create the weapon, he seemed like the type of person who prefered using a weapon he created instead of buying it.
Mana thought about the tournament for a second, about how she would fight. Sure, she would rely on her speed and agility, but she had to think about something, a trump card she would be able to use to win the match. Falcatta could be her trump card, although she wanted to save it for the last. "I have one but...will I have enough time to perfect it?" she questioned herself.
When she looked up, she saw Wyatt looking at the crowd. He seemed like searching something...or maybe someone. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Is something bothering you?"
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Jun 6, 2012 1:24:05 GMT -6
Sabin noticed the red-haired man scanning the room- what was he doing? Was he worried about something? Sabin wasn't too close to the two people at that table, but he was close enough to see their faces clearly- he looked at the woman sitting opposite to the red-haired man. She was a beauty, no doubt, that beautiful black hair easy on the eyes. She seemed to be carrying a sword too- was she going to be competing in this tournament as well? She looked puny next to that red-haired man, and yet Sabin felt she wasn't a pushover. He couldn't put a finger on it though, he didn't know why. Her attire was different too- she certainly didn't look like she was from around here.
"Here is your Pegasus Delight, sir." one of the waiters said, laying a pretty big plate filled with rice, some chopped carrots, pieces of pegasus meat and chopped beans, a small bottle of vinegar and a huge bottle of wine. Sabin's mouth watered just at the sight of it- he expected this to be a very good meal.
He quickly took a spoon and started gobbling up the rice- it had a bit of spice to it, and with vinegar, it tasted real good. The food cleared his mind of any thoughts, at least, after Sabin remembered the man's name.
He was Wyatt, wasn't he?
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jun 6, 2012 22:11:24 GMT -6
Mel slipped off into a dark alley once she lost her pursuer far enough in the crowds mulling about. Quickly she fished out the freshly cut purse and peered inside a happy smirk of victory overtaking her features as she counted out her kindly payout. Cities at times of some sort of festive time were always goldmines of mindless sheep. They never even noticed most of the time what was occurring, and if they did most were too drunk to even give a good description.
Storing her newly obtained shines away she pulled up her hood and slipped out mingling with the crowd with ease because of her lack of height. Where off to next? So many choices and until the end of the tournament to do. She might as well go off into another tavern, they were all packed to the brim and she could go as she pleased between them most people not recognizing her.
She darted into the first new tavern she saw with a quick sidestep glancing about the full commons critically. Who would be the best target this time? Someone alone? Secluded? Out of place and insecure searching for something? They were always the ones that were the most fun to play with, they were the ones most likely to break out into tears when they realized their horrid fortunes. The looks they were given as they wailed at the side of the road...it was truly wonderful to watch a man fall so low.
Pulling back her hood for a moment to make use of her peripheral vision she glanced about for the next target. So many varieties to choose from...there was a...
Mel froze staring straight at a familiar face shoveling food into its mouth. The damned seaman from that damned rock surrounded by water, land was supposed to surround water not the other way! Yet that was not relevant to the problem at hand. If Roland has survived and met up with them Sabin might pose a slight problem...
Turning on her heel she started to step back through the door and blend back into the crowds but something stopped her in her tracks. By some stroke of bad luck the old coot from before had wandered down this way looking left and right with a menacing look.
She turned once again and glanced thoughtfully back at Sabin and then to the man out in the street. The lesser of two evils was hard to choose, yet one man was larger than the other, and she would rather take on the larger of the two. It was easier to escape if needed his size hurting his mobility. If it did come down to a blow it was far better to head into it straight on s she could duck under his arm and scurry away quicker than if otherwise.
Resting a hand on her hip with the blade close at hand she strode forward hooking her foot around the leg of a chair and dragging it close before plopping unceremoniously down across from the gruff man. Reaching out over the table the lass lifted up a piece of the meat with her fingers and took a bite. She chewed slowly enjoying the silence before speaking "buy me one, im hungry and it tastes good." She jabbed a finger at the dish to make her point before resting her head on the table sleepily. If he hadn't attacked yet it was quite plain he would not in such a public place.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 7, 2012 11:05:50 GMT -6
"And yet, you're the one coming off as looking suspicious." The comment escaped Clair's lips as she rolled her eyes slightly. Marcus had used their names though. Not quietly, but shouted to them from up the road. There were likely many people with those names. Enough that it wouldn't have been a problem, except how many Richters had pink hair? It was amusing to Clair that they met up with Marcus again in this way. Now Richter was practically dragging the blond-haired dragon out of the road, and over to the guard station. Clair stepped back to the small group to in the little huddle it was becoming.
"It's nice to see you again Marcus, but we should keep on track for now." Clair said, tapping the Thunderlance on the ground lightly as she looked up at the two men. A small spark flicked off the spear as it touched the ground, causing her to jump a bit before exhaling in annoyance. She would really have to work on mastering this thing, and soon.
"Rest assured though, Marcus. I will have words for you later." Her brow angled into a a frown as she remembered that he had vanished. Right when a dragon's superior flight would have been useful too. His presence could have potentially prevented everything that had followed. She wasn't sure if that was all good, but it would have saved her alot of time and stress.
The sound of a door opening behind them followed by the clearing of a deep throat was heard from behind them, and Clair turned to see a man with shoulders nearly as wide as the door frame had stepped out onto the door step. He was wearing the dark purplish black armor of Bern, and carried a heavy spear in his hand, and a thick bladed steel sword at his side. His face was covered in a thick, but well trimmed teal beard. His shaggy hair was of the same color.
[Teal]"Can I help you with something, or were you clearing off of my steps?"[/Teal] There was a flinty look in the guard's eyes, and something of a gravelly quality in his voice. It made it difficult to tell if he was growling at you, or if that was simply how he spoke.
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Post by Plot Device on Jun 7, 2012 11:50:58 GMT -6
Part of the tavern turned its attention to the entrance as four men in Bernese armor pushed their way in. Two stood at the back, near the doorway, while the other pair pushed their way to the front. None looked aggressive, but all four of them looked business like, as only officers of the peace could look. It wasn't long before the owner found his way to the soldiers, wiping his sweaty brow on a small towel thrown over his shoulder as he arrived.
"We've heard about a new pair of entrees you've been selling recently, barkeep: Wyvern Salad, and Pegasus Delight? Why don't we go to the kitchens. I'd like a few words with you, and any cooks you may employ about this." The humorless tone, and expression on the clean cut soldier managed to avoid sounding angry, but it was clear that "no" wasn't going to be an option today. The three made their way back to the kitchens, the tavern keeper sweating a bit more than he was a few moments earlier. The two guards at the back meanwhile continued their vigil, standing by and watching. Waiting on the off chance they would be needed here.
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