Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Aug 5, 2014 11:14:33 GMT -6
OoC: Location: Village of Wake, a small village near a river running out to sea on the southern coast of Fibernia, Western Isles. Not widely known, but rumored to be home to cursed waters and inexplicable sea wrecks. Abandoned.
BiC:
The ocean breeze blew steadily from behind the sloop, puffing the sails out as it pulled the boat along. The sails were being kept fairly tight though. Less slack in the sail meant less sail to catch, and thus less speed. After all, what would someone want with wind power when they were coming in to dock. Loreley hummed to herself a song she'd learned years before. The song of Loreley. It wasn't named after her, but rather her namesake, and it went with the legend local to these parts. Over the years it had been sung frequently by the inhabitants of Wake, the village where she was arriving now.
She drifted, letting herself slow down before roping one of the dock posts and slowly hauling herself the rest of the way in. It was a simple enough exercise these days, though there had been a few times where she'd seen accidents occur. Those were never good. Generally worse for the sailor than the boat though. Hopping off the deck with a few lines, she secured the boat to the dock before taking a deep breath of the salt air and letting it out contentedly: This was her home.
It was utterly devoid of the sounds that a village would make, other than the creaking and groaning of the docks, and the whistle of the wind over the houses. Seagulls called in the air, though not as many as had at one time. Home this may be, but an empty one now. It had been months now since her people had moved away from Wake, worried by the thicker droves of bandits and pirates coming from where they were being displaced by Etrurian Naval forces moving in. Worse, there had been Stories and rumors of unnatural things appearing out in the wilderness where the logging and the hunting had taken place for the town. Stories of monsters spreading from across the sea had taken root, and no one liked the idea that they might be swallowed up by the jaws of the dead, or of the afflicted. That being said, she still felt a connection to this place, and still came out to the village regularly. Even without the people, for her the place felt like home.
She stood on the dock a little longer, relaxing herself before climbing back onto her ship and grabbing her gear. A simple bow and quiver slung over one shoulder, and a pack and wrapped bedroll over the other. She moved up the rocky slope into the town proper, and glanced back one more time from the overlook the town rested on. Father had made a living as a fisherman, and her mother's family had been in Wake almost since it had been founded. They'd had one of the houses on the overlook, not far from the ocean. You could actually look out the back door, and see the dock from her house which she'd always enjoyed.
She pushed the door open quietly and looked around. Dust had coated the place in her absence, but she didn't let that deter her. Depositing her things in a corner, she grabbed an old straw broom that she'd left in the building last time she was here and opened both doors as she set to cleaning out the dirt and getting the rooms livable again, singing softly to herself as she did so. It didn't take long. The house consisted of only about two rooms, with two additions that had been added on over the years. She still remembered the second addition being put up when her sister was born. The whole village had pitched in to help then. She'd been eight at the time, and was running around with her four year-old brother serving lemonade and orange juice, and generally getting underfoot with all of her incessant questions. She smiled to herself after she finished tidying and put her things in the second addition that she'd shared with Farica, her sister.
Sitting down on a chair she snagged from the main room, she pulled it into and rested for a moment, unrolling her pack, and laying it out on the beaten frame of the bed that still rested in the room. She put a few bowls and other tools, like a map and an astrolabe she used in navigating down in a small chest under her bed and was just leaning her bow and quiver against the wall when she heard a loud clatter come from further in the town. Her head whipped around, and she froze. W-what made that noise?
The last time she'd been here, the village had been empty and devoid of any human life, so needless to say, she was worried about the noise. Terrified, actually, but that wasn't something she wanted to admit to herself. She'd come out here to stay around for awhile though, and didn't like the idea of just packing back up and leaving all of the sudden. Not without checking on it first, at least....
Damn. That means going out there.... Her body and mind really didn't want to do anything right now. They just wanted to believe that whatever it was was leaving, and stay safely in the house. Or better yet, run swiftly down to the docks, leaving everything behind in her hurry, and launch the Loreley's Promise out to sea, for a quick getaway. Her will was very insistent thought, so instead she strung up her bow, tucked her work knife into her boot, and hooked her quiver onto her belt, hanging it securely at her waist. Stern will still pushing her on, she headed quietly out the back of her house, and glanced first down at the docks. Still looked clear to her. She looked out to the sea, and couldn't see anything coming in.... Guess it was time to head further into town. Staying near the cliff overlook and behind the other houses as much as she could for cover, she started heading deeper into the town, nearing the tavern, the smithy, and the rest of the workshops. Hopefully, she'd catch some sight of the cause of the ruckus before it caught sight of her.
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Solomon
Manakete
The best way to befriend a hungry dragon is to give him food.
Posts: 39
Profession: Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Solomon on Aug 6, 2014 19:34:21 GMT -6
Huh. He could of swore people lived here. Like just the other day there were people here, where did they go? He looked around a bit confused, there was a thin layer of dust everywhere and it looked like no one's been here for a bit. The smell of the sea was strong and made him hungry for fish, like a lot of fish. Maybe a shark. Sharks were tasty, after you get past the rough skin. Actually he liked the skin, it tickled on the way down and oh geez, he needed to stop thinking about food so much. There was more important things to worry about, like this town of disappearing people. He could remember it like it was only yesterday, there was totally people here. Well he hadn't been in the Western isles for a while but- actually how long ago was it? Hrm. That was a good question actually. He should get a journal and keep track of every day that passes or something, he got all confused all the time.
Solomon had visited this town for a specific reason, he had been here before. On his first time around, he came looking for his parents like all the other towns he's visited. There wasn't anyone who saw them though, however after meeting Nacht he realized that he hadn't been very... specific in the past about WHO his parents were. Just called them 'my parents' saying they 'looked like him' never actually specifying their names or their appearances. It was like he assumed everyone to just know who they were without question, silly now that he thought about it. Of course no one saw them, they didn't know who they were. It was like asking someone if they saw that person with two arms, he needed to be more specific if he ever wanted to get anywhere.
So he took the time to write down everything he could about them, minus the part about them being dragons of course. Solomon was careful about people finding out, which meant his parents must have been careful too since they were older and knew better than him right? After he made his list, he made a point to revisit places he's been to. Mostly it hasn't been... succesful. Still he remembered this little village in Western Isles, they had this little song they sung all the time, and there was LOTS of fish. He was looking forward to the actually. There was this one fish, it was all colorful and stuff with shiny scales, it was sooo tasty and he's not found it in any other town.
He missed the sound of that song, and the smell of freshly cooking fish. He found the town abandoned, and he couldn't imagine why. At first he thought everyone was just sleeping or something, even though it's the middle of the day (humans were weird sometimes), and checked a few houses. Nothing. He quietly hummed to his self as he skipped through the empty village, almost like he was playing in the ruins of some ghost town. He hadn't been here that long, he just sort of walked after arriving in some other place. He didn't know the name of it, he got there by hiding on a boat. No one noticed him, being small was useful sometimes. He could have flown across the ocean but he heard stories about people that had boats that sailed around in the seas, he didn't want one of them to see him flying in the sky! They'd kill him! It took him a while to find this place, all he could remember was the river. So he followed it from where he landed all the way down here. At first he didn't think it was the right place, cuz it was all abandoned, but after sticking around a bit he recognized some things.
However he wasn't totally alone in this town it seemed. Which made him happy, he turned to something in the distance. There was a noise, a large KACHUNK or KAPLOMB or something like that. Or maybe like a ton of plates falling on the floor, or maybe a ton of armor falling on the ground, or maybe a falling broom. He wasn't very good at picking out noises. He headed towards it, hoping to find someone. Maybe they can tell him what happened to the people of the town? Where they all eaten? OH GEEZ WHAT IF IT'S A MONSTER!? He never thought about that. Now he was moving all quietly, he didn't want a monster to see him and gobble him up.
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Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Aug 9, 2014 19:58:47 GMT -6
Loreley kept creeping through the town. Fortunately, or unfortunately, she didn't spot anything suspicious after hearing the noise earlier. Her mind started feeding her excuses once more:
It's all your imagination, Loreley. Just go back home, and start getting ready for the weeks to come.
A bird smacked into the smoke shed. Nothing to be concerned with.
Oh, don't worry. Things fall down all the time.
The blond haired sailor grimaced. Maybe it had been in her head, but whether it was something worthy of concern or not, she needed to check it out and find what the source had been. For her own sanity as much as for her safety. If the mystery of the hidden sound was left unsolved, it would be nagging at her during much of the stay.... And besides that, those last two excuses didn't hold a half bucket of water between them.
Slowly pulling an arrow out of the quiver at her side, she put it to the string drew back until the resistance felt firm. Not a full draw, but halfway. And she'd be able to finish it quickly enough. Stepping carefully and with a weather eye, the suntanned archer moved up close to where she really didn't want to go. She kept low, crouched over as she went, petrified that something would jump out and get her, but unwilling to let it happen on the something's terms....
Carefully, she moved up to the nearest building and poked her head inside, pushing the creaky door softly as she did. It had been a weaver's place of residence, and like most buildings in the town, it was nearly empty. People here had made their living, but had had very little material wealth. This had ended up with most everyone taking their furniture with them when they left. Only about three cracked crates had been left behind, left in a corner away from the door. She took a quick glance around, and started to leave when she noticed signs of someone having been here earlier. Signs left in the dust. Her heart very nearly dropped out of her chest when she saw that. Wow... She wasn't alone here.... So who else was here?
She dropped to a knee, and took a closer look at the disturbed dust, trying to see if she could get any closer determination on what may have left those marks on the floor.
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Solomon
Manakete
The best way to befriend a hungry dragon is to give him food.
Posts: 39
Profession: Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Solomon on Aug 22, 2014 11:35:35 GMT -6
Solomon slunk around stealthily, his footsteps light and quiet. Of course he left footprints wherever he went because of his dirty feet, but he wasn't really thinking about that. He didn't wear shoes, they were darn uncomfortable. He liked feeling the squishiness of mud between his toes, it was like a slimy thing that was fun. He never had mud in Arcadia, or if he did he never noticed it. It was sandy though, and sand wasn't as fun. Of course he stepped on the occasional sharp thing, but it never bothered him terribly too much, a lot of it didn't hurt. His skin was tough, like... steel? No, Ice! Ice was tough right? Well whatever, he was sneaking around barefooted leaving footprints in his wake, that was the important thing. Hopefully this monster that wanted to devour him whole wasn't very smart, otherwise it could just follow it's way to him.
There wasn't a lot of stuff around this place, it was like everything just poofed and vanished. How did people live here? There were no chairs! What kind of madhouse was this?!
Solomon peeked around, seeing if he could see anything. He couldn't there was nothing, no people no monsters, maybe he was just crazy? Maybe HE made that noise and didn't realize it? He does that sometimes. In fact he didn't have very good spatial awareness in just about any situation. He tripped over things, knocked things over, some may call him a klutz but that's not very nice and you shouldn't call people names. So the klutzy little dragon poked his head into a nearby building, there wasn't really anything worth noticing, so he moved onto the next one.
Hey this house looked all clean! That was weird. Maybe it was a magic house that cleaned itself. Yes, that is clearly the case here no doubt. Looks like someone left some stuff here too, maybe they ran away and forgot it? He neared, looking at it with a curious expression on his face. Totally forgotten the monster, he was far more interested in this. There was chairs in here, chairs! Finally he had reached civilization! He was half tempted to just sit down right now, because why not, but instead he was curious what was in the other rooms. It was a small little house, he could only see like two other rooms, maybe it belonged to a happy family that all lived together? Aww... He wanted that. Now he was reminded that there was no one here, and that he couldn't ask if anyone saw his parents. Not that he was really expecting anyone to have, he was sort of grasping here.
He entered one of the adjacent rooms, and saw something that looked like a pack on a bed and a CHAIR. Chairs is the bedroom? These people knew how to live! Such opulence. He was gonna hop up on the chair and look in the pack before he noticed something. Poking out from under the edge of the bed was a box or chest or something. He noticed it right away because of his not-tallitude.
"Oooh..." He let out a small gasp of awe. He was totally gonna open it.
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William
Journeyman
Posts: 15
Profession: Refugee
Affinity: Fire
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Post by William on Aug 26, 2014 8:04:12 GMT -6
"A week in the woods and the only town I find is empty. Just my luck." William lamented as he explored what would seem to be a ghost town. He wasn't to worried about Bandits cause you'd think that if they ransacked the place they would have burned and broken things. Although maybe they just wanted chairs, a lot of chairs did seem to be missing from this place. Which is weird cause there was quite a few tables left behind. Maybe they were just to big and heavy?
As he followed this rabbit hole of a thought He managed to trip over some barrels and other debris he wasn't paying attention too.
With a cry of surprise he fell over. Getting back up and brushing himself off he continued walking glad that nobody was here to see and or hear that.
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Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Sept 4, 2014 21:13:52 GMT -6
The yellowy haired sailor looked at the tracks in the dust. Then squinted and looked again. Yes, she was seeing things right, but she was having trouble making sense of it. Those were foot prints, yeah? They belonged to a child though.... She tilted her head in thought, and scratched her head a bit, trying to figure out what a child was doing in the town. Maybe there were more people here? Maybe Wake wasn't so abandoned anymore.
"Ah-, Hmmm..." Well, she didn't really want to call out for anyone until she figured out who was here, but she still wasn't quite sure what she was to do. Only sounds of indecision came out. Well, at least now she had a set of tracks to follow. Before it had been nothing more than skulking about and hoping that she didn't run into whatever had made that sound before she spotted it. Seeing that she was effectively tracking a child now managed to take some of the concern from her though.
"Alright. Well, maybe it's not so dangerous after all...."She commented quietly to herself. She gulped anyway, wondering who was with the child, wherever they may be.
Leaving the residence and pulling the squeaky door closed behind her, Loreley followed the tracks in the dirt of the road. It wasn't hard for her to stay with them now that she'd found them. This was nothing like following prey in the hills or reading the skies. It was child's play. The tracks led her about for awhile, and she was careful to follow them cautiously. She checked around corners before heading out into the open, and still carried her bow in her hand, but the arrow had been slipped back into the quiver at her hip. No sense scaring the little one....
Eventually, the tracks led her back towards her own house. She looked up to see them heading straight inside, and back to her room.
"Hey! I just swept in here!" She walked back to her room and put her hands on her hips, suddenly not worried because she didn't see any other tracks here. "Now, look at this mess. What do you have to say for yourself?" She said accusingly, pointedly gesturing down at the muddy footprints left on the flooring.
Before her was a young boy with silvery white hair. Astonishingly young, actually. And was he digging in her things?! No manners whatsoever! Even in a mostly deserted town, one should always still have manners!
"What's your name, Little Boy?" Hmm... He was kind of adorable, actually. How did he get all the way out here?
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William
Journeyman
Posts: 15
Profession: Refugee
Affinity: Fire
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Post by William on Sept 5, 2014 20:31:00 GMT -6
As William was walking further into the abandoned village he heard some yelling from inside one of the buildings. It occurs to him that the people may have been chased away by bandits. But who's to say that everyone left?
Immediately deciding on a plan of action he draws his axe from his belt, kicks in the door bursting into the building, yelling a war cry, more to boost his own confidence than anything. He runs into the building until he gets near the back of the building. Then as he rounds the corner, he stops suddenly as he spots the last thing he expected. A lack of burly menacing men, just a girl and a small child.
He just stands there slack jawed and stares at the two very much confused.
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Solomon
Manakete
The best way to befriend a hungry dragon is to give him food.
Posts: 39
Profession: Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Solomon on Sept 9, 2014 1:46:38 GMT -6
He had been completely lost in his little treasure finding mission, wide eyed and a wide grin on his face. This place was boring up until now, and now he found a special box! He pulled out the small box with no trouble, but couldn't really get a good feel over how heavy it is. A lot of heavy things weren't that heavy to him, so it was a bit hard to tell if it was super duper ultra heavy or basically empty. He would have shaken it, in fact he was almost two movements from doing just that, but he didn't because... what if what's inside broke? He let out a small gasp, just thinking about it. Maybe there's an egg in here! Hrm... Did he come from an egg? Some of the other dragons called him 'hatchling' but he didn't remember hatching. Or seeing eggs. Also dragons could have babies with humans, he's seen it before. Now he knew humans don't lay eggs, Mrs. Kali had some babies and those babies had babies and there was no eggs at all.
Still maybe there was a baby dragon in here! Oh my! He could be a big brother! Now why there would be a dragon he didn't know, but logic had no place in the mind of an imagining child. He sat the box on the bed, and was just about to open it when he heard something. He froze right there, like he was just caught doing something naughty, which he kind of was actually, the thought never crossed his mind. The thought that did cross his mind was The Monster. He had forgotten about it! Oh no! He hoped it didn't gobble him up!
He swung around with a scared look, like he was just shocked by something as his large white eyes quickly scanned the person up and down and then up and then down and then up again and hey. This wasn't a monster. It was just a lady. Phew, that was close. Wait what did she say? Oh. Oooooohhhhhhh. Oops. Oh man. Oh gosh. Oh geez. Oh gee-willickers. Oh crap. Oh dear he was in trouble. He brushed off the front of his little white tunic, a nervous smile on his face. "I-I'm sorry." He said, looking up at her right in the eyes. "I didn't know anyone lived here... The whole town was empty... I thought someone just left this stuff here." He apologized quickly with all the manners he could remember.
"I-I'll clean it up. Um. I didn't look in the box." He quickly said, fidgeting on the spot, biting his lip a bit and sort of wiggling like a little worm. "I'm Solomon."
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Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Sept 10, 2014 19:22:44 GMT -6
Loreley kept looking down at him, hands on hips, but it was hard to maintain a scowl as she could practically read the thoughts on his face. They ranged all through the color spectrum of "uhohs", and then reached well into an attempt to curry favor at the end. He didn't look in the box. A bit of a smirk touched her lips at that. At least he seemed an agreeable little boy. She wasn't going to make him clean all of this up by himself, though she was curious about who he was and what he was doing here.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Solomon. But not everyone has left here. Or at least, sometimes people come back to visit it." That was what she was doing now.... She just couldn't stay away, for some reason.
"Are you hungry? Maybe you can tell me where your parents are, and then we can get started cleaning this up. My name is Loreley of Wake." Those familiar with the lore of the area would take pause at the name, for it shared a great history in the little town along the seacoast.
A ruckus suddenly sounded behind her, and a man burst into the room waving an axe around. Lore's first reaction was to take a step back as she yelped in fright and freeze. He seemed frozen in place though as well as soon as he barged in, as though he had seen something he wasn't expecting. That gave Lore the time she needed to grab the chair she'd dragged into the room on arriving over and put it between them before backing off and drawing an arrow out of the quiver hanging at her side. Bards and stories always told of the archer or duelist smoothly drawing the weapon from its holder.... This was not a bard's tale. Loreley practically ripped half the fletching off her arrow as she pulled it up and strung it, but the motion did the trick. Her bow creaked as the arms flexed and she stared down the shaft at the man who'd just barged into her house. She almost fired, but conscience held her back. What about how he'd paused? He'd broken in in the most alarming and violent way that she was having a hard time holding her shot. She was also having a hard time releasing it though. She'd killed before, but only to hunt. Never another human being. And never point blank like this. What was she to do?!
"Don't come any closer!! I'll shoot! I swear, I will!"
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William
Journeyman
Posts: 15
Profession: Refugee
Affinity: Fire
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Post by William on Sept 11, 2014 15:21:32 GMT -6
William having frozen seeing the last thing he expected decides it might be a good idea to take a step back at this point.
"ahhh. ah-heh. Sorry, I heard yelling and was expecting bandits, pirates... pretty much anything but a girl and a kid. A girl and a kid being menaced cause they hadn't left, yes. But not this. ummm, sorry?
He then moves his hand that doesn't have a cheap and battered weapon in it be hind his head to smile a little and give a small chuckle as he waits for the response from the rather cute girl. What with her tanned skin and golden locks. The kid was cute in an entirely different way what with the shine in his eyes and, actually rather unusual hair style and color.
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Solomon
Manakete
The best way to befriend a hungry dragon is to give him food.
Posts: 39
Profession: Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Solomon on Sept 11, 2014 16:06:16 GMT -6
"Am I hungry?" Yes! He balled his hands into fists and jerked them down as he sort of squatted in excitement. "Uh huh!" He said with happiness basically resounding with every sound he made. The best way to befriend a hungry dragon is to give him food. "I'm happy this place isn't completely empty." He tilted his head with a grin. "I came here before, it was so nice and happy back then. I was sad to see no one here." His grin fell a touch as he thought about it, but it was quickly renewed with a new vigor. "It's nice to meet you Ms. Wake. I'm Solomon of... Solomon." He introduced himself a second, and a third time. It wasn't that he forgot he had already, he just felt a bit bad he didn't have a nifty title or anything. Maybe he should make one up? Would that be lying though? He lied a lot because people liked to ask him where he was from, and he can't just tell them. So maybe he should try to avoid lying if it's possible. No fancy title for Solomon, he'll just a lame little dragon.
However there'd be no treats for Solomon, since instead of yummy fish and cleaning up his footprints and stuff, a man with an axe came in. Ms. Wake seemed to react rather suddenly, pulling out her bow and pointing it at him. It surprised him more then the guy did actually, since his mind didn't really connect the dots between 'sudden intruder with an axe' and 'someone who wants to hurt him' like he probably should. Then again he's never been attacked, for all his time traveling on the roads. He avoided 'bandits' or whatever they were called, since he was told they were bad people who wanted to hurt him. He had burst in suddenly, but then again so did Ms. Wake a moment ago, and he kinda did too when he entered. Poor house, so many loud people in it. It'll get a headache. If it had a head. That was kinda a stupid thing to think actually.
He let out a gasp, as if he was surprised at the whole thing. That was because he was. The guy dropped his weapon, and Solomon looked at Ms. Wake and was curious. He didn't really know what was going on, but the guy did seem like he wanted to hurt them. Or if he did, he wasn't very good at it. Then he had a thought. "Oh that was me, I yelled. Sorry. I get scared easy. I thought there was a monster who wanted to eat me." He smiled and laughed.
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Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Sept 14, 2014 15:26:26 GMT -6
Loreley didn't relax her bow string. Instead she kept it pulled taut, still trained on the man that had barged in moments before. He was big, and if he was a threat she'd be better off filling him full of arrows or running for it now. Only now there was this little kid that would never be able to keep up with her if she ran. He seemed a little clueless of the situation. Thankfully, the axe toter looked equally clueless at the moment. Wait?! So he'd run over here thinking that they were getting menaced by bandits or pirates? Were they six feet tall, and heavily built, carrying axes that could just as easily split your head as your shield? The thought crossed her mind as she still held her bow steady that he looked an awful lot like a bandit himself.
"Well..., if you're really sorry, then just get out of my house! -No wait. Just go back to the living room and stand in the corner. I need a minute to think!"
Right then, Lore had alot of thoughts floating through her head. Most of them were screaming danger at her. She didn't want to let this one out of her sight just yet in case there were others, but she didn't want him too close in case he was a threat. He'd seemed like danger at first, but not so much anymore. Then there were the ramblings of the kid, and how she needed to pull an apple out of her pack for him. She'd split it with him, like she'd always done with Finn and Farica growing up. Except he'd been here before? Passed through on some wayward traveler's route maybe? Wait a minute... he wasn't very old, so that'd put his visit around five or six years ago at the most, she'd guess. At least, if he could remember it.... But that wasn't as critical to survival right now as following the axeman who'd barged in on them and making sure he didn't cause any trouble.
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William
Journeyman
Posts: 15
Profession: Refugee
Affinity: Fire
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Post by William on Sept 15, 2014 10:29:59 GMT -6
Hearing her words William thinks them over for a moment then decides to comply.
"Okay sure. I'll wait outside if you need a minute. You guys are the first people I've seen in days so it's worth it."
With these words he picks up his axe turns around and leaves the bedroom. Not really seeing many seats in the other room he walks over to the far. corner and sits on the floor with his back to one of the back walls.
'That's the most scared I've been since the incident roundabout a month or two ago now. I'm not sure what's scarier, staring down the wrong end of an arrow or fleeing a burning village. Now that I think about it it's the burning village one cause that ended with me looking down the wrong side of that bastard's axe.'
After a few second of thinking about the. Bandits that burned his village he puts his head down in a combination of anger and depression.
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Loreley
Archer
A sailor lass with a powerful namesake from the Western Isles at the start of her adventures.
Posts: 72
Profession: Sailing Adventurer
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Feldsky
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Post by Loreley on Sept 21, 2014 11:03:56 GMT -6
Loreley let out a drawn breath and similarly relaxed her bow once the immediate danger looked to have calmed. She just stood there for a moment, arrow still knocked but string relaxed and arrow aimed at the floor. She looked over at Solomon to make sure he was ok, but he still seemed clueless.... She let out a short laugh, partially from relief, and partially from how oblivious little kids could be. Maybe she was the one overreacting. Maybe she needed to just calm herself down, put away the pointy sticks before someone was hurt, and just talk for a bit. Yeah... That was what she needed to do. All the excitement from the suspense of not knowing the source of the noises from earlier had gotten the better of her.
Still with bow in hand, she let out one more breath, and walked around the corner, into the room where she'd sent her... guest? Intruder? Rescuer? She really didn't know what to label him at this point
"Thankyou for trying to save me, I think. My name is Loreley, and you are in my house.... Who are you?" It was a fairly simple question, but that was all that really was needed at this point. She just wanted to know who and what she was dealing with before going further.
She inspected the damage to the door where he'd come bursting through the back door, and frowned. She might be able to fix that, if it was simply a matter of prying off the boards and renailing them. She'd probably have to take from one of the other houses in the village though.
"And I think you owe me some labor for the door." Yeah... maybe she was testing the waters here again. She still didn't know much about him, but here was a chance to find a little out.
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Solomon
Manakete
The best way to befriend a hungry dragon is to give him food.
Posts: 39
Profession: Dragon
Affinity: Light
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Solomon on Sept 21, 2014 14:32:25 GMT -6
Solomon didn't want to be left out, so he followed the lady and man into the other room like a lost puppy. Innocently looking around with a happy smile on his face. That was right, his feet were still dirty. He looked down on his shoeless feet, wiggling his little toes a bit and seeing dirt and mud on them. Then he looked at the lady, then the man. They were both wearing shoes... He didn't like shoes. But... if that was the 'human' thing to do... He'd have to give it some thought. They were talking about something, but he wasn't paying a ton of attention and instead focused on his little wiggling toes.
"I'm Solomon." The little dragon introduced himself to the man when the lady told him to introduce himself. It was only polite, if someone was giving you their name, that you give them yours. Ms. Lorely seemed to have calmed down, that was good, he didn't like seeing people fight. It made him sad. They were all humans right? Why don't they just get along? He knew about 'bandits' he wasn't an idiot, but he always avoided them. He had a good sense for trouble, and good senses in general. He could usually notice where they would ambush him before they actually did, and took a different path. The rare cases he did get caught, he ran super hard.
Ms. Lorely talked about how the man owed her 'labor' for breaking her door... that's right. "I should get a broom." Solomon said looking around. He needed to clean up his footprints. "Or a cloth. Or something. How do you clean up mud?" He asked with a tilted him. In Arcadia it was all sand all the time, no need for cleaning mud. Just a broom to sweep sand out. Sand got into shoes and made them super uncomfortable, so most people wore little cloth sandal things. Except the dragons, they just walked around barefoot since the heat of the sand didn't bother them usually. "I owe you labor too Ms. Lorely." He should work if he wanted any of that food she was talking about earlier. Mmm.... Food.
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