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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 21:09:40 GMT -6
“You there on the horse”, shouted the Marshal as he mounted his steed. “Do you not understand what martial Law means? Normally I would just cut you down, but from what I can tell you are with the church. Get to your home boy before you feel the bite of my blade. I have no more time for the religious.”
Harsh thought Oya as he walked into the Inn. The chaos had subsided, but Oya did not get what he wanted. Still it was not going to be long before the city would drown in its own blood. Getting into the library would be easy then. The sound of fighting filled the air for a moment as the martial men swept through the city. He said he was restoring order, and he sure did it well. The few travelers that were there stayed in there rooms. Many of them decided that it was best to be quite. Oya however was not the type to cuddle in a room out of fear, though in truth he did not have a room to stay in. From the corner of his eye he noticed a man sitting by himself taking sips from his drink. The man stood out enough that it made Oya take notice.
“Do you mind”, asked Oya as he pulled out a chair. He waited for the man’s answer before he took a seat.
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Post by Augustus Nacht on Jan 17, 2014 21:21:07 GMT -6
The Druid leaned back into his seat, relaxing again. The Marshal's men ended up cutting down another couple of individuals and those souls joined Nacht's reservoir. He took one gulp of his drink and placed the empty glass down on the table, a look of satisfaction on his face. Another voice cropped up though, this time nearby.
“Do you mind?”
The man looked over again, this time looking at a familiar sort of face. "Ah, I knew I recognized you. You were there in Lycia studying the Monsters as well. Of course I don't mind, have a seat."
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Post by Willow on Jan 17, 2014 21:31:57 GMT -6
“Ah, another devotee! Wonder--”
When the Marshal yelled at her, Willow humphed and dispersed her light magic bolt.
“I’ll have you know… I am a woman, Sir Marshal.”
Sighing, Willow disappeared into the stable next to the inn, tying Storm loosely in the corner. Everyone always thought she was a man... It was kind of disappointing. She knew that she should be putting St. Elimine above all, but... Once in a while, it would be nice to be looked at as a woman. To be loved.
Entering the inn, she hooked her stave onto her military-issue clerical belt, and slid her tome into its spot in her vestments, by her heart. She walked upstairs and gracefully walked onto the balcony, perusing the faces -- the wild-haired one, and... an orange-haired lady. Hm. She was quite the feminine lady, the orange one... Knowing that with her hood on, they assumed her to be male, Willow boldly asked a question to the orange-haired lady: "Ma'am... I don't believe I've met you. Are you also a follower of our Divine St. Elimine?"
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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 21:55:54 GMT -6
"Oh you are right", spoke Oya as he got a good look at him. He did not expect to meet a fellow scholar here amongst this village. It surprised him that he was in Bern just as well. Still he would make an excellent conversation pattern for the time being. Oya pulled back the chair and sat down. "Crazy stuff going on in this village". Before he could continue more he was interrupted by Willow. Oya looked up at Willow and immediately recognized her as female. He had a knack for this kind of thing. Sizing up people and getting information from their appearance.
The maiden asked him if he was a flower of the saint. The idea made him chuckle inside. "I am not fair lady", spoke Oya in the same voice. "I do not follow her teachings, nor do I care to hear about them. I prefer to follow in the footsteps of Hartmut the hero of my homeland. I am sure you can understand?" Oya finished his statement with a brilliant smile keeping up with his female disguise.
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Post by Augustus Nacht on Jan 17, 2014 22:05:04 GMT -6
"Crazy stuff going on in this village."
Nacht nodded in agreement. "All kinds of crazy things indeed." He flagged down the waitress, placing another order for a drink as Oya spoke with the nutter from the north. He ordered three drinks, with his being a particularly strong beverage. It seemed he was already preparing himself for dealing with the Elimine follower.
"Pray tell, madam. Whatever are you doing in this neck of the woods? Or mountains, rather." The Druid chuckled a bit.
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Post by Willow on Jan 17, 2014 22:58:02 GMT -6
Willow gently pulled a chair over, sat down, and removed her hood, shaking her long, aquamarine hair down and giving a relaxed sigh. “Well, I suppose I can understand,” she said accommodatingly. “Although I do wish that you’d see the divine light that loves and cares for you.”
Smiling winningly at the green-haired one, she locked her eyes onto him. In a gentle tone, she gave a light laugh. “Me? Well, I used to serve in the Etrurian Army. Now, however, I simply spread the good Word of St. Elimine and purge the land of darkness, evil, and sin.”
Thinking quickly, Willow tried to find a way to assuage her fears about the green-haired one. “I see you two know each other,” she remarked. Smiling charmingly, she employed surprise and her effeminate face to compensate for her rather unflattering figure. “So from where have you come, miss?” she addressed the orange-haired lady. “And you,” she said liltingly to the scruffy, green-haired one. “Why have you come here?”
“By the way,” she finished, beaming, “I’m the vicar Willow, priestess and Valkyrie of St. Elimine.”
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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 23:13:10 GMT -6
“Well lady Willow”, spoke Oya as he gently grabbed the maidens hand and kissed it. “My name is o, I mean Mimi. I hail form nabata, but my parents are from Bern. “So what made a radiant woman like yourself become a priestess. I am sure you had many suitors.”Oya always had a taste for older woman, and besides he did not like the way the conversation was going. Sure him and Nacht had studied together at one point, but being associated with a druid was not the best category to be placed in when trying to hit on a priestess. Plus he was kind of looking for a way to manipulate and control evil creatures during that time. He would rather not leave any trace of that behind.
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Post by Augustus Nacht on Jan 17, 2014 23:40:25 GMT -6
Nacht thanked the waitress as she sat the drinks down on the table, taking his mug in hand and swallowing a hearty swig. "Ah, nothing like Bernese booze." It was rather a good thing that he didn't notice what Oya was doing right off the bat, otherwise he'd have probably chocked himself on the booze just then and Hargus would be strangling Augustus in the afterlife.
He managed to keep a straight face though, or rather a relatively straight faced that one thought he'd just be glad to have that mug of beer in hand.
"Gustavus." The same false name he'd have given Oya before at the library. "I'm simply passing through, madam."
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Post by Willow on Jan 17, 2014 23:57:31 GMT -6
Willow’s first reaction was… Shock. Surprise. This woman had… Wait. WHAT? Thoughts swirled in her head, and the cleric felt her face flush with self-conscious embarrassment. This could only mean that St. Elimine was answering her prayer! And that meant… This Omeem character… Was a man? Glowing with happiness, Willow smiled coquettishly at ‘Omeem,’ tilting her head slightly and fixing her clear eyes on him.
“So, ‘Sir’ Omeem” she playfully murmured. “If you’re from Nabata, you must be a strong man, right?” Inside, Willow was completely flustered and overwhelmed by the unexpected attention, and so she missed the scruffy one’s response completely, aside from something that sounded like “Boogus.” Tilting her head back and letting wisps of her hair fall into her eyes, Willow chortled delicately. “Boogus, huh,” she laughed. “That’s a first.” Regaining some mental capacity, Willow fixed the two with a charming smile. “My story’s kind of dull… You two seem much more interesting, especially you, Omeem,” Willow drawled, laying on a heavy but very sincere charm
“Why don’t you tell me about yourself, first?”
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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 0:13:53 GMT -6
That was a mistake thought Oya. He had momentary let his base instincts overpower his judgment. That needed to be corrected. Oya could not risk being found out, not here. If he was in Lycia it would not have mattered. If he was in Illia he would not have cared, but not in this village. That was a mistake that could have cost him his life.
“Actually the name is Oya”, spoke the boy. There was no need to hide it anymore. He had already revealed himself by accent. Still he was quite happy that most of the locals and travelers kept to their rooms. The only ones up and about were the trio and maybe the waitress. Martial Law tends to do that. “Miss Willow could you do me a favor and kept this to ourselves. You may have not noticed it, but these villagers don’t take to kindly to orange hair men. Now back to your question”, spoke Oya. I am a scholar. I travel around looking for information about history, plants, and whatever I find interesting. I do dabble in a bit of herb science. Enough of it too calls myself a herbalist.”
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Post by Augustus Nacht on Jan 18, 2014 0:22:54 GMT -6
"Gustavus."
Nacht corrected the rather ditzy seeming woman. He turned his attention to the streets again. There was still clattering of arms and armor, but it now seemed to mostly be towards keeping the peace. The squad of Pegasus Knights overhead flew by, watching all they surveyed. He could feel another soul slip into his growing reservoir as well. This restful day was turning out to be productive.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 18, 2014 4:23:46 GMT -6
Oleg had climbed up to a high cliff somewhat close to the village, but not close enough for him to notice. He then sat down, beginning to shine and search trough his loot to check it once more. He stared to the town, wich had seemingly calmed down. Shame, the town was seemingly full of bungholes because of their simple fear of.. Orange haired males? He almost bursted out to laughter on the mere thought. He took out the wine he stole, popped the cork open and begun to drink. "I should camp here... Hm."
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Post by Oya on Jan 18, 2014 10:40:11 GMT -6
The Marshal had finally restored order. Fires had been put out and people were executed. As the chaos came to an abrupt end the Marshal began his investigation on the matter. He called up the priest and several other key people from the town and began to gather up the information. “I think this is all starting to make some sense”, spoke the Marshal as he held an orange wig in his hand. He stared at it for a moment and looked at the reports he had gathered from his witness.
“Bring me this fellow”, spoke the Marshal as he pointed toward a rough sketch of Oleg. “If what I am reading is right he started this chaos and seems to be the one to kill Charles.”
“Oh right him”, spoke one of the guards. “He was a traveler so I think he should be in the Inn.”
“He is not”, spoke One of the Marshals soldiers. “We took notes on all the people at the Inn for safe measure. This man was not one of them.”
“Then he must have escaped during the chaos”, spoke the Marshal. “Tell the Pegasus troops to search the nearby mountains. That man could not have gone far.”
“Yes sir”, spoke the soldier as he rushed off.
“What time is it”, asked the Marshal.
“About nine O’clock sir”, spoke a guardsman.
“Tell the men to start escorting the civilians into the town hall”, spoke the Marshal.
“What about the travelers”, asked a guard?
“Leave them be”, spoke the Marshal. “What I have to say does not affect them. I just need the people of this crazy town to listen.”
“Understood”, spoke the guard as he left.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 18, 2014 10:46:54 GMT -6
Flap. Flap. Flap. The sound of pegasi knights came to the ears of the now slightly drunken Oleg. ".. Damnit." He rose his head to look to the sky, seeing the knights in the distance. They were not at the moment looking where he was, thank the gods for that. He thought his options for a long while, before simply huffing as he returned to drinking, sitting there like a gods damned king, waiting for the pegasi to either pass by or come to him. "Might as well tempt fate.. Running will just cause more damned troubles for me."
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Post by Willow on Jan 18, 2014 15:37:16 GMT -6
"Hehehe, I'm sorry, Gustavus," Willow chuckled. Internally, she was processing the new information about this Oya man. Well, he seemed like a gentleman, that was for sure. Not a demon by a long shot.
"Well, sure, hun," she addressed Oya. "I don't see why I'd need to reveal your secret. You don't look too dangerous to me," Willow said. "Seems a shame that you came to such an uptight town. You don't seem like a bad guy at all, really."
Suddenly, it felt as if her windpipe had contracted, and someone had dropped her in the Nabata Desert. "I... I don't feel so well," Willow coughed, as she began to shiver. "I feel feverish... Oya... Could you... help... m"
And with that, Willow slumped in her chair, unconscious. Ravaged by the quick effects of the fever, the cleric's body was wracked by bouts of chills. Occasionally, she moaned and fidgeted, but was too weak to move.
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