Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 11, 2012 17:43:20 GMT -6
So, this was it. This was where the man Selibas' life had been built around lived. The man Selibas had built his life around tearing down. This is where his father lived. This is where he could have lived. It was...eerie.
Selibas looked up at the large manse. He had been disappointed to find that the man was not home, though he didn't konw what he'd do if he was. Selibas doubted anyone would recognize him for his fathers features. He turned away from the walls, no use looking at them now. Time to find a place to rest. It was midnight. Sleep now, answers later.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 15, 2012 18:19:54 GMT -6
Selibas walked the street of his fathers town. There were farms out in that darkness that his father owned. They had to pay him. The city was named Lemberg, and apparently had some meaning in his father's family. Not his family. He wouldn't let it be. He saw a sign that looked like an inn. The Indignant Minstrel, perfect. The smell of ale and anger erupted as Selibas opened the door. A wide man with messy white hair and a bushy beard was screaming into the face of the innkeeper. The man screamed, "Because I bloody told you, another bloody ale!" Selibas could understand the man was blackout drunk, he was staggering without moving his feet.
Selibas didn't move as the innkeeper whispered something. All the men in the common room were averting their gaze. The man huffed and turned to stumble out. He paused for a second to look down at Selibas. He smelt like ale. Ale and piss. The man was at least a head taller than himself. He stormed out. Charming man.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 22, 2012 16:27:33 GMT -6
Selibas walked to the innkeeper. He lowered his voice subconciously, "I'd like a room." He pressed three gold crowns into the mans palm, and walked away. The boy was in no mood to talk. This city had put him like this. He climbed the steps, spryly, more energy than usual for the hour of night. He rapped his knuckles against each door in the hallway, and waited for an answer. The fourth series of knocks got no response, and Selibas walked in. Selibas stripped the jacket off of his shoulders, and unstrapped his armor. He slid the objects onto a small table, and latched the lock.
I must be changing, Selibas thought. He actually wanted to sleep on that ridiculous conjuncture of fabric and feathers. He slipped onto the bed and fell quickly to sleep. He wanted to be awake as soon as he could. First light wasn't far off.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 23, 2012 22:39:03 GMT -6
Selibas slid onto the floor. He realized just how much he liked beds now. They had even more of an allure when he was this tired. He dragged his body over to his armor, and slumped the world onto his shoulders. Felt like it anyway. He slipped the jacket on over top of it and stepped into the hall. He walked down the steps without making to much of a clatter. No reason any of the other inns denizens needed wake at dawn.
The only movement in the common room was the inn keeper working away at cleaning a stain out of a glass that just didn't seem to be coming off. Selibas placed a gold crown onto a table near the door then slipped out. He didn't have to remember to find the keep, it was one of two buidlings towering over the others.
It took little time for the small boy to weave his way to the base of a manor wall. He strolled about it, feigning casualness. Then he saw it, a roof hanging low enough to make a leap over the bloody wall. The Sacaen ascended a flight of stairs on the side of said building. It wasn’t as high as he’d thought, but he ran to make the jump anyway. He barely grabbed the wall with one hand, swinging the other arm up to grab it. He inevitably heard, ”STOP THIEF!” Oh yay, guards. The choice was obvious, he dropped, ignored the initial pain in his legs, and ran.
He turned a series of sharp corners, looking for a truly better hiding place than simply staying in motion. Then he saw it, a large double open door, and sprinted towards it. As he skidded in, a guard put his hand to his chest. “Hand over your weapons.” Selibas didn’t have time to argue, he took off his whole belt, and hurried in through another door. The sign read Lemberg Museum. Selibas had o clue what a museum was, but it felt safe for the time being.
There were a lot of old artifacts scattered throughout the room. More artifacts than people even. There was an odd hole in the ceiling, shining a beam of light onto a large painted cloth laying on a stone table. Selibas approached the painting, and was awestruck with the vision. The painting must have been centuries old. The left side featured an obvious depiction of Hartmut fighting a Dragon. On rhw right was a full army fighting a few smaller dragons soaring through the sky. Yet I the center stood a tall man holding a golden sword over his head, facing a larger dragon than Hartmut was. If not for his height and golden mane of hair, Selibas was looking at a crude portrait of himself. Selibas barely noticed a broken blade laying on s stand on the side of the table, it barely got an inch or so of light.
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 23, 2012 23:28:19 GMT -6
He'd really done it now. On a errand trip to Linz with his mentor, he'd ran off when his mentor wasn't looking. He would be reprimanded in the long-run, but it was worth it, to see the beautiful remnants of times of old that were stored in the dusty old museum. So much knowledge to take in. And if his mentor caught up with him soon, he'd have the perfect excuse.
He spotted a large painting with a beam of light from above washing it in a yellowed palette. That had to mean something good! A boy, just barely equaling Zach's height, was standing in front of the painting, blocking some of it from view. He hastened to stand in front of the painting, to the side of and just a little behind the boy, so that he did not look a threat.
"Hi, my name's Zach. You looked like a fellow with a nice taste in history and I just had to meet you!" he chirped. Good, an average conversation starter. "What is your name?"
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 25, 2012 15:43:22 GMT -6
Ooc: By the way, no-one in the museum at the moment has a weapon but two guards.
Selibas was busy taking in every detail. Was it possible? This small piece of this strange warehouse was a portrait of his ancestor. By the Sky Father, that seemed impossible. The thought of the legacy of- "Hi, my name's Zach. You looked like a fellow with a nice taste in history and I just had to meet you!" Selibas slowly turned his head. Well this fellow knew how to start a conversation. "What is your name?" A nice taste in what? Okay, context clues. This room...had things from the past inside of it. Meaning that history...meant from the past. So, yes maybe Selibas did have a taste in that.
"I'm Selibas, it's nice to meet you. I suppose you could say that I have a taste in history, but this kind especially. You don't look like a warrior, most of this seems like it's the history of war, what about it particularly interests you?" Selibas cocked his left eyebrow, usually signifying his sarcasm, but this time meaning true curiosity. Then, he heard the beat of wings. He looked up at the ceiling, and noticed just how high up it was. He'd never seen a living dragon, but he guessed it would have room to move in this building. The hole also seemed big enough for twenty horses to ride through at one time.
Then it happened, a Wyvern Rider appeared sliding through the gap, followed by another and a Pegasus Knight. One of the Wyvern Riders was a man and the other was a woman. Selibas had no idea what to do, he slowly stepped back so that they wouldn’t land on him. He indicated at Zach to follow him as he moved back, pushing a finger to his own lips. The woman on the Pegasus Knight dismounted, and said, ”Who’s in charge here?” A thin man stepped forward, “I am the curator of this museum. Who are you to barge in weapons drawn.” The man didn’t show if he was afraid. The male Wyvern Rider dismounted along the female, “Helen you want us to start the loo’ing?” The Pegasus Knight, Helen, shook her head, “I told you not to say my name you insufferable idiot! Now, curator, we will be taking all of these onlookers gold, and anything else that catches our eyes. ALL OF YOU AGAINST THE WALL OR YOU’RE WYVERN FEED!” Everyone, including Selibas moved back. The girl Wyvern Rider said in a shrill voice, “You’re a right idiot Obram.” Obrum turned to the girl, “Oy, you just said me name Pru’ence!” Helen sighed, “Idiots.”
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 25, 2012 19:43:09 GMT -6
"I'm Selibas, it's nice to meet you. I suppose you could say that I have a taste in history, but this kind especially. You don't look like a warrior, most of this seems like it's the history of war, what about it particularly interests you?"
Zach was about to respond, when flying units galloped into the hole in the ceiling. He just barely got out of the way in time to avoid being crushed. Either these were bandits, or worse. Illians. The thought of them, Illians, just crashing such a renowned storage of Bernese weaponry facts made Zach's blood boil as he cowered behind Selibas, even though he stood taller than him by about an inch.
"What are we going to do, new friend?" He breathed out. These... bandits until proven otherwise were going to take probably everything that made this place great. He scanned the room for anything, anything that would help. Wait! A sword! He couldn't wield it, but he was willing to bet this guy in front of him could!
It looked a little... broken, though....
"Wait! Selb! Can I call you Selb? Nevermind. See that sword over there? You can wield swords, right? You can get rid of these...thugs! If I can get my hands on a Dark Magical Tome, I can help out as well! I'm not too strong yet, but I'll be able to rip through that Wyvern's defenses in no time! We just need to go and grab the sword."
For someone trying to remain in the shadows, he was doing a horrible job by blathering every last thought in his head to a guy he barely knew. Maybe they could help each other anyway, and not just with the situation at hand. But assuming they couldn't reach weapons in time, he really hoped his teacher would show up before they were fed to the mounts.
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Cyril Schweitzer
Fighter
What's this then, eh!?
Posts: 53
Profession: Rebel Militiaman
Guild: Wolfpack Militia
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Cyril Schweitzer on Nov 26, 2012 17:19:18 GMT -6
((OOC: www.listenonrepeat.com/watch?v=1cH2X0g1L-Q )) IC: Even with the brilliant display of force shown by so many winged riders descending upon the museum, the riders themselves again showed their brilliant display of idiocracy. Cyril's first notable features were probably his height, stature, and his shaved head. A closer look showed many large scars and the mean look he had on his face. He hated wasting time, and these fools may have already blown their cover. "Oi, in Hartmut's name will ye quiet down!" Cyril scolded the group, dismounting off of Prudence's Wyvern. He went over to Helen with a stern look and took hold over her Pegasus' reigns. "Listen, ye Ilian brat. Ye know thar be louts ov' yonder. Loot what ye can git yer hands on an' let's be off." He scanned the shadows, half expecting a guard to come charging at him. "If we'r' gon' join up wit' them rebels, we ought ta bring along somethin' real nice." Letting go, he went over to a shrine-like display of a painting with an old sword being displayed to the side. He took a pause, looking at the sword and then the painting. His lackeys were already scurrying about and grabbing as many items that they could fly out with.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 26, 2012 20:31:34 GMT -6
Selibas had not given the sheathed sword a second thought. These brigands, which he now knew they were in fact brigands, were armed. His gold was, well, just that. Looking around the room however... that was what was worth saving. Selibas looked at the sword a second time. There was a little bit of rust visible on the hilt, and if the hilt was rusted the blade must be in awful shape. He could always use it as a club.
Then he saw a man he'd not paid attention to before. A large man sliding off the shrill girls Wyvern. He appeared to be giving the orders to the people, and then there was a word that caught Selibas' ears. Rebellion. Selibas made a silent thank you to whichever gods this man worshiped. He whispered to Zach, "You need to stay here, no matter what happens. If something happens to me stay in the shadows. I'm sorry to say but the best opton is to lose your money in place of your life." "Listen, you don't have any command over me, and you're joining the rebellion, we're dropping you off. Now, you may get what you wish, I'll command my men as I see fit." Obrum laughed. Prudence spoke up, "Smar' money's on Illia, ra'er not be on the losing edge eh?"
There was a rack of rusted armor they were leaving alone, which was good. There were amulets Obrum was tucking into his pockets. Prudence put three rings on her fingers. Helen began approaching the visitors across the room with an empty sack. Selibas took the advantage he ran up, quick as could be and grabbed the blade's sheathe. He jumped back, gripping the hilt as well as the scabbard. He stood ready. This was his history, ashamed as he might be, it was his.
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 26, 2012 21:30:14 GMT -6
Stay in the shadows?! Who'd he think he was? Then again, Zach had nothing on him unless he made a mad dash for the owner's desk. He was fast, but he wasn't that fast. Needless to say, he'd be run down in a moment. But maybe, if he snuck over there.. nah, there wasn't enough cover. Ugh.
He hated being useless like this, but hey, what are those beefy Mercenaries for?
The mention from the biggest brigand of the Rebellion made him "perk" his ears up. What did he have to do with the Rebellion? It'd be pretty counter-productive if he was a Rebellion member in league with the Illians. Oh, so these filthy slags think they can just barge in, eh? Zach would show them.
Putting anger in front of reason, he started slinking over to the back desk of the owner, past the back of the crates and the artifacts he and Selibas were originally crouching behind. He could get there, just maybe. He'd have to be extremely careful.
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Cyril Schweitzer
Fighter
What's this then, eh!?
Posts: 53
Profession: Rebel Militiaman
Guild: Wolfpack Militia
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Cyril Schweitzer on Nov 26, 2012 21:36:59 GMT -6
Hearing the two pipe up made Cyril want to rip their heads off. He'd been good keeping his head cool about the Ilian, but the two wyvern riders weren't true descendants of Bern if they were going to help out those who occupied the beloved land of his father.
He reached towards his axe hilt and gripped it tightly, closing his eyes for a moment, imagining to himself cleaving the three to pieces. The axe falling onto their unprotected flesh. It made him smile.
"Droppin' me off? Ye mad?" Seeing them grab hold of Bern's historical treasures sent him into another bout of rage. He was holding everything back not to assault Helen. "What about-" Cyril was cut off as he saw a man garbed in green dash across him and grab the sword and its scabbard right from in front of him.
His first thoughts was a thief, but who would be so brash and foolish!? Cyril drew his axe and made himself ready. "What's this then, eh!?"
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 26, 2012 23:04:39 GMT -6
Selibas replied, “I am Selibas Barroblade. You will not take anything else.” He paused, everyone was looking at him. “You want to join the rebellion? I can help you with that. The rebellion doesn’t exactly support taking things from it’s people or history. So why don’t all of you, back down and leave?” He heard a scoff. He could guess what would come next. Obrum was already running at him lance held with both hands. The Wyverns were growling a little, but didn’t seem to be moving just yet. Selibas struggled to pull his sword out, and now Prudence was coming. Why was it stuck so? One more pull or the scabbard was part of the club.
Then it was loose. Selibas felt a strange force lifting his right arm into the air, into the sunlight. A small patch of light burst through the rust right when the blade was perpendicular to the ground. Then, the walls were peppered throughout the blade. Rust broke off a small green gem in the pommel. What was strange, was that the more blinding holes in the coating of rust, the dimmer the room actually seemed. When the blade was no longer a metallic brown-orange and a shining gold, radiating light, the room was nearly black and the green gem was glowing brighter and farther than the sword. Selibas felt an unfamiliar energy rushing through him. He looked at the two oncoming foes, who’d stopped in their tracks. They looked as shocked as he felt. He lowered the blade at Obrum, then at Prudence.
A scream came at his back from the male Wyvern Rider, and Selibas quickly turned raising the shimmering sword. The sword spread it’s light towards Obrum, and at it’s edge Selibas saw a version of himself, slashing it’s own blade at the Lancer. He turned to jump away from Prudence’s first stab. He raise the sword to slash, trying to keep his emotions in check after what he’d just seen. What he’d just done. This time it was a broad beam the size of the sword, hitting the girl square in the chest. He turned back to Obrum, and saw his phantom fight as he would against such an adversary. Complete with an attempt to grab the lance. He turned to face the awestruck Helen and the apparent Rebel. Backing down wasn’t as likely an option anymore.
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Cyril Schweitzer
Fighter
What's this then, eh!?
Posts: 53
Profession: Rebel Militiaman
Guild: Wolfpack Militia
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Cyril Schweitzer on Nov 26, 2012 23:30:45 GMT -6
How odd it was that Cyril, if only for a moment, could have everything he wanted.
The Bernese bandit hated Helen and he could only laugh as he rushed forward towards her, axe forward. This was the killing urge that Cyril had to suppress so much. Bandit work isn't always getting what you want. It's a lot of cold nights in some dungeon or waiting in a hidey-hole to spring a trap. Now this was just good old fashioned fun.
"Ha! Hahaha! Mwuhahahahahahaha!!!"
He jumped up, eyes crazed with bloodlust. He didn't much care for Selibas or the guards that would rush in afterwards hearing the sound of battle. He could deal with the lad and the guards in a moment. But for now, this bitch is going to feel just what Cyril wanted her to. Shock. Remorse. The violent urge to submit and be done no more harm. Then - overcome with pain until her life was ripped from her unmoving corpse.
He came down with a strong overhead swing. He wasn't that much focused on where it landed, only that it hurt.
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Nov 27, 2012 18:47:02 GMT -6
A brilliant light flashed behind Zach, and his cover had been blown, unless he had already been seen. He made a mad dash for his weapon. He grabbed the Flux Tome with one hand; it took a lot to bear the weight. He looked behind him and saw the bald one jump attacking the Pegasus Knight, and it did not look pretty. He took a breath, and joined the fight.
It seemed Selibas found a Light Brand, of all things! At the moment the bald one had Helen under control, so he cast his sights on the Bern force. Zach opened his book and cast two spheres of shadow at Obrum, one flying over him completely and another plowing through Selibas' mirage fighter and into Obrum's lower torso. Zach could have sworn he heard a crack come from it. He pumped his fist in the air and fired off three more bolts of the Flux at the invaders, taking care to avoid the three allies, Mirage included.
"Yeah!! Glory to Bern, you marauding filth!"
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 28, 2012 20:08:12 GMT -6
Selibas was shocked to see the Rebel turn on his previous companion. Well, it didn't hurt him, though it made his importance on loyalty questionable. Zach had also found a dark magic tome, which was good. Selibas had always had a soft spot for the users of Elder Magic. He took out his Phantom of Light, not so great, and shocking. He'd always assumed that light ate Darkness, but maybe the fact that this was a sword had something to do with it. He sprinted over to the downed Wyvern Rider and kicked the lance away from where he could grab it.
He turned to look at the Rebel and Helen. She was viciously defending herself, but it didn't look like she'd be doing that very long. Selibas slid Prudence's lance away as well, but she was out cold, and no true threat. The guards had rushed in, and were tying Obrum. Some turned to Helen and the Rebel, but Selibas stood in their way. He wanted to see what this rebel could do, or rather what he would do. If he would kill.
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