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Post by Orcleous on Jul 13, 2014 18:21:40 GMT -6
With a loud bang the door to the inn flew open as if the place was under attack by bandits. The sudden sound and fresh gust of cold air grabbed the attention of many as a lone figure stood in the door way. Slowly it took a step into the inn. The wind at its back and the snow covering it like fur on a bear. With a steady kick from its left leg it closed the door and returned the inn to its normal state. Now the figure could be made out clearly as a young dark skin man stood before the inn. His cloak was covered in snow, which was now melting on the floor, and across his back was a silver blade. Under the cloak one could see his crimson armor and a thick padding underneath it. With all this protection one would think the figure would be warm, but his frozen facial expression and slouching disposition told other wise. Slowly he marched forward and plot himself into a wooden chair near a fire. There he exhaled a breath of cool air and simply allowed the warmth of the fire to warm his body.
"Oh man I though I was going to die", spoke Orcleous as he sat I the chair. He was not talking to anybody in particular. Infact it was more like he was talking to himself truly. "That what I get for coming to Ilia. Orcleous Ilia is the capital of mercenaries. Orcleous there should be plenty of need for a hired sword in Ilia. Oh Orcleous there is good work there. Yeah, but you did not mention anything about the cold", he shouted. The mercenary soon got quite as he let his body take in the heat.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2014 19:31:23 GMT -6
"We don't mind at all Rembert, take a seat! As for me, I'm Dunamis. This is Minerva and that's Daje."
Dunamis turned back to face the center of the table, takes a sip of his drink, and sets it down. He was rather warm by now and was suspecting that it would be unlikely that he'd need another drink.
"Now, to answer your question Minerva. To be quite frank, I wasn't expecting a blizzard. I just came up for the experience and was only anticipating some cold mountain weather with maybe light snowfalls at the absolute worst. I could have never imagined a storm like this, a storm relentless and never-ending."
As he sat back in his seat, he picked up his glass - as he was once again wrong - and took a sip.
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Minerva
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Post by Minerva on Jul 14, 2014 22:24:06 GMT -6
"Well, it looks like we have a jolly little party going here! So Rembert... You're a scholar? Our friend the ice cube, Dunamis, appears to be a knight of sorts when he's not busy catching hypothermia. Daje is quite the chivalrous knight, although his choice of a giant lizard-beast over a beautiful pegasus to ride befuddles me... Maybe it's because he's male. I'm a traveling mage. I've decided to do some sight-seeing and exploring while I'm still young and attractive... Maybe find a husband along the way. Maybe not. Who knows?"
Minerva turned and gave the newcomer a piercing stare and a once-over. He was babbling incoherently about dying and kept repeating the word Arceus. What on earth could that mean? Flagging the bartender, she ordered another drink for herself, Rembert, and the Red Dude, and distributed them, sipping on hers before speaking again.
"So... Who might you be? And what or who in Barrigan's name is Arceus? You keep saying it, and I have no idea what you're talking about."
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Post by Orcleous on Jul 15, 2014 12:49:08 GMT -6
"So... Who might you be?" A voice called out in Orcleous direction. The mercenary looked up from his slouched position in his chair. He was half expecting some brute or some elderly woman talking too him. He had no idea his eyes would be set on such a lovely vision. In an instant the cold had fled and warm blood was pumping its way through Orcleous veins. Who in the world is this. Orcleous though to himself. "And what or who in Barrigan's name is Arceus? You keep saying it, and I have no idea what you're talking about", she spoke.
Arceus, thought Orcleous to himself. That is a weird name, ohh, though the mercenary when he suddenly figured out what was going on. "No no no it is Orcleous", he spoke. "And Orcleous is myself. I was just muttering about the cold no worries", spoke the young swordsmen. "However I would like to know who you are", asked Orcleous. "Well that came out kind of rude, let me rephrase that. Hello my name is Orcleous and I am a sell sword from Bern. If you don't mind I would like to know what is your name fair lady", spoke Orcleous. The swordsmen had pulled out all of his manners for this conversation.
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Daje
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Post by Daje on Jul 15, 2014 17:49:33 GMT -6
Eventually Daje could feel the effect of the colds over his body as he flinched a bit from a chilling nerve. From what someone told him, it simply meant something eventful was about to happen. He believed in destiny, but there were some superstitions that even he believed were silly. Regardless, the warm ale successfully driven those feelings away to his delight.
As the three were conversing matters of their arrival, it seemed a more travelers wandered into the bar. One announced himself as Rembert. As Dunamis and Minerva introduced everyone around, Daje just slightly raised his palm as a friendly wave once his name was called. Moments later, a young kid with armor and a huge sword made an abrupt entrance. After the name ordeal was cleared Daje chuckled softly from the way the kid spoke, assuming that it was in a flirtatious way. <Oh, he's good.> Daje thought.
Daje stood up as he decided to clear up more things, particularly the false assumptions about himself. He told Minerva, "Well it wasn't really a choice. Heh, if my father had given me a gallant flying steed I would soar with that also. But our family wyvern is also an heroic animal. And she may be quite impolite at times, but she has her quirky aspects." His smile slightly raised as he said towards Minerva. "After all, I do well finding the beauty in every creature."
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Post by Orcleous on Aug 4, 2014 10:45:19 GMT -6
As Orcleous prepared to indulge himself in a conversation with the beautiful woman standing before him he noticed somebody in the corner of the room. The person did not look familiar, but something he was wearing did. It was a crimson scarf marked with a small sword at its tip. It was no doubt the man was a crimson blade. Since he did not try to stab Orcleous when he entered the room it was clear to the mercenary that he was not after him. However that did not change the fact that Orcleous was still marked by them. Orc did not want to tangle with them right now.
"Well I am going to have to cut this conversation short", spoke the Swordsmen as he rose from his seat. He refashioned his cloak and walked toward the door. "Hopefully there is another inn", spoke Orcleous to himself as he walked back into the snow.
[Orc leaves thread]
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Minerva
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Post by Minerva on Aug 4, 2014 21:26:23 GMT -6
Minerva yawned. This was going nowhere fast, as the conversation lagged and the people began to disperse. Groaning, she put her head down. Just a quick nap, then she'd be on her way. Her wards were all safe and sound, so there wasn't much left for her here.
[Due to the loss of all others, thread end]
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