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Post by Valcrist on Aug 28, 2014 12:51:00 GMT -6
"Valcrist." He replied, introducing himself. The woman seemed cheerful enough, the other two looked a little on the broody side however. Or grumpy. Or they just naturally had scowls on their faces. Whatever, it wasn't his place to judge. He was a bit on the mopey side himself, so he couldn't rightly complain without the hypocrisy killing him like a slow acting poison. The man had a wyvern, and that made him a bit uncomfortable, nothing against wyverns but he had something against wyverns. Of course he's run into his fair share of perfect pleasant riders, in fact they probably outweigh the troublesome ones by a significant margin, they still made him feel a bit on edge. It might have something to do about his unease of heights, or maybe he was just scared of them like a little child. Either were perfectly possible and knowing Valcrist, it was probably both at the same time.
They entered the area, there was lots of people. Oh man, if only he had his store open, this would be the perfect opportunity to unload some weapons. He had a nice batch of freshly forged steel weapons for sale back in his cart, but nooo, licenses hurp a derp Etruria. Though this place felt a lot less like Etruria and more like some backwoods Bernese city. There was probably a reason for it, but Valcrist wasn't clever enough to pick it out. Instead he sort of crossed his arms and shifted his weight, standing as he listened to the Mayor obviously lie. Now now, that wasn't nice Valcrist, maybe he was telling the truth. No reason to just go around and doubt what everyone says, what happened to that kind spirit and optimistic demeanor you once had?
Whatever the truth, and whatever the reason, it didn't quite matter. There were plenty of people raring to go, and if he just waited the situation was bound to handle itself. The one girl seemed filled with vigor and energy and jumped at the opportunity. Grumpy guy #2 seemed to be going along with it. However, though he wasn't sure how he became a part of their 'group', Valcrist wasn't intent on going along. "I'm a merchant, this really isn't the sort of thing I do." Of course that was a half-truth, he does this sort of thing all the time. He's just tired of doing it. 'Oh Valcrist, Valcrist, save my village! Oh Valcrist, kill these monsters! Oh Valcrist, participate in our terrorist attack! Oh Valcrist, I know you were just here selling weapons, but how about you FIGHT A DRAGON as well?!' Ugh.
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Post by Gaius Balmung on Aug 28, 2014 13:44:44 GMT -6
All eyes were on Armitage after and during her little outburst. Most people were mulling the idea over and hadn't expected someone to volunteer so quickly. One particular group seemed extremely annoyed with this and decided to leave, mumbling and grumbling as they did so. Gaius wasn't sure if he should be annoyed or not that she just volunteered him for a mission that was starting to sound like what wyvern dung smelt like. There was no helping it now though, judging by how much Armitage was sure they would be able to do this Gaius figured she wouldn't stop trying to convince him to go if he tried to protest.
Gaius took a moment to glance over at Phantom to see how the wyvern was taking this. The look Phantom was giving Gaius was one that told the man to just go with it, wasn't like he had much to lose anyway. "You can count Phantom and I in," Gaius would say in response to Armitage. He looked over to Valcrist, the guy did sort of look like a merchant but Gaius sensed more to him. After all he was carrying a sword and Gaius figured the guy knew how to use it.
The mayor was ecstatic that a group had already volunteered to take on his little mission and so quickly. Luckily, or unluckily depending on who you ask, he had overheard Valcrist. "This is great! I'm sure you all are capable enough to deal with the pirates! Oh? And you're a merchant huh? Hmm are you perhaps the one waiting for his papers to get cleared? I must personally apologize for the wait but seeing our current situation your papers won't get done until this problem is settled," The mayor had a bit of pleasure in saying that. He didn't care if the man was a damn rancher! All he wanted was his things back and if he didn't get them then he wouldn't get his papers.
"Anyway, meet me in my office in the building just behind this one and we'll discuss things further," As he said this a guard came up on the stage behind him. "Sir, they're asking about your progress with handling the current situation," The guard would whisper to the mayor. An annoyed look grew on the mayor's face as he heard this, turning back toward the guard and whispering back. "I'll let them know I've got things under control, until that damned priest comes back I'm the one in charge! Now get these filthy heathens out of my sight," The guard nodded and the mayor left through the back of the building.
"Alright! You're all dismissed! Those who are going to be participating in the mayor's mission will meet him in the building behind this one! Go the second floor and to the first door on the right will be his office! Now get moving!" If it wasn't clear that this town wasn't really organized or all together that well it was now as the guards did a lousy job trying to control things and get people moving. "Anyone else find that whole ordeal a bit strange?" Gaius would ask hoping he wasn't the only one thinking there was something suspicious going on.
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Orys Durrandon
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 107
Profession: The Ambitious Rider
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Oleg
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Post by Orys Durrandon on Aug 28, 2014 13:52:34 GMT -6
Orys grunted as his first answer to the man's question, before coughing as he stroked his beard. "Everything in Etruria is a bit strange." He said this in silence, as if to keep it hidden from the people around him. He had heard of what the prophet had done in Etruria. He had no trust for the people of this town, and planned to not ask any of them for help in the future, even if it clashed with his needs.
He then straightened himself as his leg finally felt better, standing on both legs fully now. He then squinted his eyebrows for a moment. "I might need to go and do something quickly before going to the building." Balerion. He just felt like Balerion was about to land soon.
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Post by Armitage Apolithymius on Aug 28, 2014 19:42:42 GMT -6
"Thank you guys! I won't let you regret this, I promise." She winked coyly. "If you ever need a hand or someone to fight by your side, I'll be your girl!" Armitage gleamed as the fellows she just met not long ago joined in with her. She was surprisingly excited and was looking forward to getting this venture on! There was no problem with her offering her assistance in the future, she was certain she would never come to regret it. These guys seemed honest enough, at the very least even if the favors they asked in the future weren't the most virtuous, they would at least be upfront and honest about them."
"He did seem a bit strange... But that doesn't worry me! As long as he wasn't lying about having money to give away, I'll be happy!"
Her attention poured over the group she was with, she began taking in all of their details and analyzing them. It was nearly an instinctual thing that she did; having commanded units before she made a habit of making a mental checklist of what each person in her squads prime abilities would be. Gaius seemed to be a capable wyvern rider. Orys was big, burly, could be good for intimidation or, in his current limping state, good for imitating a cripple. Valcrist was a merchant by claim and could be good for...counting things. Apparently he wasn't particularly used to fighting.
"Well, Valcrist the merchant. If you'd like we'd be more than happy to do the work for you, then you can give us a cut of any profits you would make here in Etruria. That sounds perfectly fair, non?"
She looked Valcrist in the eyes as she spoke, her tone was even, and she was completely serious. She must have seemed terribly money hungry in that moment; accepting a job nigh instantly and then trying to milk some more out of their merchant friend. She didn't completely mind that though. Armitage was trying her best to be a ruthless, cut throat merchant. As she looked closer at Valcrist she noticed he did in fact seem quite capable and battle ready. His weapon was polished but its hilt wore signs of use and his frame was muscular, powerful. What could he be trying to hide?
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Post by Valcrist on Aug 28, 2014 21:23:25 GMT -6
"Oh boy." Valcrist said without an ounce of excitement in his voice. "I can't see why he don't just let me sell my weapons, it'll make this whole situation go easier if these mercenaries he's hiring have fresh new weapons. I'll pay the tax on my sales, like I'm supposed to, and we both would be a bit richer after this is all over. He's a guy that likes money, right? I mean everyone likes money." He grumbled to his self. Maybe if he could speak with the mayor, but the man really struck Valcrist as the type of person he didn't want to talk to unless he had to. He knew little about the man, but this whole situation reeked of 'not what it seems' or perhaps more accurate it is what it seems because it seemed so not how it seems. If that made sense. It didn't really, Valcrist just went and confused his self.
Think about it. The guards, the 'calling all people' type thing he has going on. The lockdown of the town until the job is completed. The way the man was acting, his proposal, in general it didn't really fit together. He said the ship stolen was full of valuables, and had hostages, all very serious things. However the response of locking down the town until the situation was over? It made it feel like they were the hostages, This man wanted this mission done quickly and thoroughly, he had a personal stake in it. Though it would be nice to believe it was because he cared about the people captured, the way he included it as an afterthought in his presentation made it apparent that wasn't his priority. Valcrist crossed his arms and wrenched his face into a grimace thinking.
The girl, who announced herself to the world as Armitage, spoke up again. To Valcrist in specific actually. She wanted him to hire her, or something along those lines. Her phrasing sort of confused him, it was as if this was his mission he was hiring for. Or that she was forming a group of sorts and she wanted him as treasurer. Which wouldn't be the first time that happened, but scarcely the point. He let his arms go with a sigh, dragging on hand through his mussed up blond hair. He made a noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan, a sort of 'eehhhh', he wasn't really pleased with the way things were turning out. "Fine. I guess. I'm already stuck in this mess, might as well see it through." If there was one thing about his self that he wished he could change, y'know besides everything, it would be his accursed curiosity. It's what got him wrapped up in these messes. He wished he could just say 'no' and ignore a problem, but nope.
"I'll come along. I can fight a bit." He said with the utmost modesty. To the point anyone who actually knew how well he could fight might want to punch him for underselling so much. It's just... he prefered people not knowing. Not that it mattered much, since they always found out anyways.
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Post by Gaius Balmung on Sept 2, 2014 9:01:21 GMT -6
There was no denying that Armitage was quite the opportunist as Gaius figured it was a bit bold of her to make such a deal with the merchant before even really getting to know the man. Now Gaius wasn't against making money but he was used to doing quick jobs for a client and then moving on, he hadn't know what it was like to actually be someone's employee or partner for quite some time. More importantly he wasn’t sure if that was something he could even get back into seeing how used to being on his own he was. There was no point in not giving it a try he supposed.
Gaius was a bit pleased to hear that the merchant was going to come along, despite how much it sounded like he was doing it reluctantly. The man wanted to see what Valcrist could do and if he was someone worth taking on one day. "Glad to hear that you're willing to come along. Now let's get going to the guy's office before he has a heart attack or something," Gaius would say as he began to head to the place that they were directed to. He would give a quick wave to Orys, figuring they would wait for the guy at the place.
It wasn't hard to figure which building it was that they would have to go in, it was the only building that was crawling with guards. Didn't look like there was much order going on around here seeing how the guards that weren't stationed to well guard the building looked like they had no idea what they were doing or were just running about like ants to get things done. Gaius was starting to wonder who put a man like that mayor in charge of the place?
"Figure we should wait for the other guy before we go in?" Gaius would ask the other two. It would be best if they were all present so they could all hear their mission details and they could get things moving at a quicker pace. If they went without him they'd probably have to wait for him to hear the details repeated before they could get anything done. Probably the smartest thing to do was to wait but if the other two were too eager to wait than they could go inside. Gaius was curious to hear more of what they were going to be doing.
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Orys Durrandon
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 107
Profession: The Ambitious Rider
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Oleg
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Post by Orys Durrandon on Sept 2, 2014 9:56:06 GMT -6
Orys quickly took off (or as quickly as someone still slightly limping could), pushing trough a crowd of people, before getting to the gate. He then slapped his mail gloved arm right against his face. Dammit, of course he would not be let outside. How could he forgot that? He stared at the gate, cursing to himself. Dammit, he would be useless without Balerion.
Balerion snarled, noticing the port town. He sniffed. He could smell his rider's scent. He could also smell his agitation. If wyverns could truly smirk and laugh, Balerion would be doing so now. For now, he'd just let out a loud roar as he landed in front of his rider.
Orys blinked. So Balerion had decided to land in town, eh? After calming down the guards who were just about to bounce on the wyvern, Orys mounted Balerion as he then begun to fly towards the town hall.
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Post by Armitage Apolithymius on Sept 4, 2014 15:13:50 GMT -6
Armitage stifled a laugh as she watched Orys hobble away. She was feeling particularly giggly today and could not fathom why. She smiled brightly at Valcrist as he begrudgingly joined their group. It was entertaining how quickly money and mutual interest could corral a group of people together that, normally, would probably never have met. Serendipity. She followed along with the group as they made their way toward the mayor’s office. On the one hand she wanted to bust right in and get down to business, but figured it best to wait for Orys. His handicapped exterior seemed to belie what could be a potentially mighty man. Her eyes moved back to Gaius.
“I should apologize for volunteering us so quickly back there. I’ll make sure we don’t regret it though!”
Armitage laughed as she spoke, making light of the conversation. So far, no one seemed to spite her for throwing them into the gauntlet. Great! The thought of treasure oozed back into her mind. To be honest; Armitage’s primary concern was the valuables! Not the hostages. Sure, using the helpless as a shield was malicious, and she would do her best to make sure no harm came to them, but that was a secondary objective. This was one of those situations where she felt bad, not necessarily because she cared about the captured hostages, but because of how much she did not care. Oh well, she figured she would cross that bridge when she came to it.
“Yes, let’s wait for him. Don’t know how far he’d make it on his own!” She spoke half-jokingly. It was in that moment that Armitage suffered a moment of clarity. Her eyes danced for a moment between Gaius and Phantom, the names cascading into her mind. She tilted her head and then a smile curled around her lips, perhaps looking a bit malicious. She spoke slyly and a bit low. “So…What brings the ‘Black Rider of Bern’ to a place like this?” Her question was half hypothetical. She was sure it was him! The name of him and his wyvern matched, as did the age. Her military background gave her access to such things once upon a time, especially when it came to Bern, given their penchant for destruction. That, along with her fancy for wyverns, led Armitage to spend a lot of her free time keeping tabs on some of the more prolific wyvern riders, just to see what they were up to. She had known of the ‘Black Rider.’ Not for being terribly bloodlusty or anything like that, moreso just for the quickness with which he rose through the ranks. Armitage found herself again envying a wyvern rider. It was neat to finally put a face to the name though.
“I always figured you’d be one of those big, brutish types.”
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 4, 2014 17:36:11 GMT -6
That one guy left, for some reason or another. Eh. He didn't look very impressive anyways, so it wasn't like they were to crumble without his presence. Maybe that was a bit harsh, but it was the truth. With his limping, he was probably a mounted rider, hopefully a wyvern rider, since riding a horse around on boats is awkward to say the least. Or did he get that limp in the fight? Maybe, he wasn't paying too much attention to it at the time, maybe he hurt his leg. Of course that begged the question how useful he'd be if he was hurt. It didn't really matter though, the smith sighed.
This was getting tiresome, not just the whole 'dragged into conflict' thing, but the whole 'oh no I don't want to conflict, too bad here conflict' thing he had going on. When he was younger, he would have jumped at the opportunity to get involved in some pirate attack or something. When did he become so bitter? Maybe not bitter, but... tired. He was too young to be so jaded. He was only twenty one years old, that's when people were supposed to be their most wide-eyed and idealistic. He should put on a happy face, for old times sake, maybe if he pretended to be happy he would believe the lie.
It was a bit funny, there was countless people in this town... Okay maybe not countless but a couple hundred at least, anyways what he meant is that there was a lot of people in this town and somehow he was roped into this 'group' like they were traveling together. This sort of thing wasn't rare or anything for him, but still every time. It was like it defied logic and some kind of otherworldly magnet drew him to strange motley crews such as this. He was lost in thoughts as he followed the movement to wherever they were going, he wasn't too terribly concerned. Worst comes to worse, he can just run away. He was good at running.
'Black Rider of Bern'? Was that someone Valcrist was supposed to know? Hrm. He's kind of out of the loop here isn't he? He sort of stood there, awkwardly. He fixed his scarf around his neck a little, the orange fabric soft to the touch but had gotten a little loose and he didn't want to lose it. Checking his waist for his blade, Fang was there and ready to be used but he left his windsword on his wagon, he should make sure to get it before they leave. Maybe his bow too, yeah. He just finished stringing up a new longbow not too long ago, he wanted to test it out and see how it works. He was still training with it, but he was getting better. Hopefully the next time he met Wein he wouldn't be shamed by his own archery skills... Assuming he met Wein again. He hoped he did, Wein was a pretty cool guy. He'd make it out of that mess alive, hopefully.
He crossed his arms and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, while he silently waited.
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Post by Gaius Balmung on Sept 6, 2014 23:22:23 GMT -6
Waiting, something that Gaius never really liked but had to do a lot of it in his life. Waiting to see his mother, waiting to be able to join the military, waiting for missions and jobs. So much waiting in his life so this wasn't really anything special. The man's eyes wandered about, noticing how absolutely dead this place was. Definitely not somewhere Gaius would move to if he ever decided to live in Etruria, though why the hell would he want to move to Etruria? His eyes made their way back to Armitage as the woman began to speak, apologizing for her volunteering.
There wasn't much need for apologizing but it was appreciated, at least she didn't do things without considering the consequences and how people would react. There was nothing bad about it either, it was a chance to get money. The one that she might have really annoyed was the merchant. Didn't seem like the guy really wanted to have anything to do with this. If it wasn't for the fact that he basically got blackmailed into this. Gaius was a bit surprised how relaxed the guy was for the position that he was in, maybe used to this kind of crap.
Gaius' somewhat bored expression quickly disappeared when a name that he hadn't been called in quite some time was just said. This woman was certainly full of surprises. Not only did she know her way with wyverns but she knew his old name. Now what exactly she knew about it was yet to be seen. Though Gaius figured around now that name would have been long forgotten and must would just question anyone who brought up the name. But here was someone who not only knew his name but knew the face behind it. Maybe he was wrong, maybe the 'Black Rider of Bern' was still known in some parts of the world. Wouldn't be all that surprising.
"Didn't think I was going to hear that name again," Gaius would say with a bit of a smirk. "Now I'm curious to hear what you know about the 'Black Rider of Bern'. But to answer your question, I was on a delivery mission and just finished it before I got caught up in this stuff," He would say, hopefully giving Armitage the kind of answer that she wanted. While Phantom's attention was focused on what was going on in front of him but the sound of flapping wings took his attention away from the humans.
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Orys Durrandon
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 107
Profession: The Ambitious Rider
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Oleg
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Post by Orys Durrandon on Sept 7, 2014 3:18:59 GMT -6
Orys wiped his nose as the two flew along. This was going to get interesting, surely. He'd just have to stay on top of Balerion and ensure that he wouldn't have to fight on his feet, and he'd be golden to survive for the encounter. And then he'd have potential candidates for his army. All in all, this was going to be very profitable for him, and he would still earn some good training from all of this.
He quickly went trough all the weaponry that was on his back. His trusty spear was still there, good. Along with his newly purchased javelin. Good, good, very good. He was now ready to face this problem head on. Balerion had managed to get close to the town hall as Orys noticed the three near it. "Hail!" With that yell, he landed in front of them.
"Har! I'd say I am ready to undertake this, now. Balerion and I shall enjoy this."
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Post by Armitage Apolithymius on Sept 8, 2014 13:00:36 GMT -6
Bingo! When Gaius responded to her, Armitage’s eyes flared a bit. She knew it. She watched his face as he spoke, trying to get a feel for how he responded to the name. The information she was familiar with was likely pretty old as she had been traveling for quite some time. Last she remembered he was still listed as active duty but, given the situations they’re currently meeting under, she doubted that was the case. He was not frazzled while acknowledging his old moniker, this told Armtiage he wasn’t in hiding or trying to ‘lay low’ for some other nefarious reasons. Quickly, she tried to piece together what she knew as truth, what was almost definitely military propaganda, and she tried to reason it with what she was currently looking at.
”For the most part it was your necklace that gave you away.” Family seals were common, especially among military families. For most, it was an easy way t o show what you were fighting for. Even Armitage wore her family symbol over her the shoulder of her armor and as a small banner attached to the end of her lance. The shape of a griffin was hers; a mythical beast to represent the ferocity and versatility of her family. Gaius had the caricature of a wolf around his neck—the silhouette was common enough but the moon it held in its mouth made it stand out. ”I used to read about you.” Armitage spoke plainly. Perhaps a hint of fangirlism if you were the type to listen for those sort of things. ”You and your mother…Athena, right? I remember always thinking that name sounded like a goddess of some sort.”
”I’m sure you could have guessed I had a thing for wyverns.” Armitage wasn’t really in the mood to play coy with what she knew; it was her aim to make conversation anyway. ”I spent a lot of my life as part of the Lycian Armed Forces. I made it a habit to keep tabs on some of the more interesting Wyvern Riders out there in the world. I’m sure at least half of the information I know about you is probably propaganda…” She spoke with a laugh. ”But myth or no, your kill count is impressive! Almost as impressive as how fast you got it.” She was alluding to his age. Was that a hint of jealousy in her voice? Noo. ”So the story goes; you were raised by your mother to be a ruthless Pegasus killing machine! Looking at you now though I wouldn’t believe it.” Armitage pondered her own history a bit. She had been prolific in her time but hadn’t seem to be particularly well known. Perhaps that’s the destiny of the generals hoofing it in the mud, wearing the same armor as their comrades.
Suddenly, Armitage was distracted by Orys, who was making a bit of a dramatic entrance. ”Woooo! Yaaa! I knew you’d be good for something!” Armitage yelled a bit as she hailed Orys from the sky. Another wyvern—oh the excitement today would never end. All of these wyverns were starting to poke at that subconscious nagging she always had in the back of her mind. The one that always reminded her she wasn’t good enough to be a Wyvern rider. Her mind bounced back to the past; frustration shot through her as she grappled with the reasons of why she could never manage to stay on a Wyvern. She shook the doubt away as Orys landed, coming back into the current, where she was happy and confident.
”Looks like we’re ready to save some villagers!” Armitage kind of chanted as she preemptively made her way into the mayor’s office.
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Post by Valcrist on Sept 8, 2014 20:18:59 GMT -6
"Ah, called it." Valcrist muttered to himself as the man came striding? Flying? Um.... Gliding maybe, well whatever means of locomotion you'd refer to it as, he did it to them. Did Valcrist know his name? He wasn't sure. Did they ever actually introduce themselves? Well if they did, hell if Valcrist remembered. He didn't remember making the typical 'grand gesture' he was 'supposed' to make to stay in people's minds. Or whatever. He was saying thinking whatever a lot, he wasn't sure if that meant he had stopped caring or he was getting tired of trying to. Both were kind of depressing trains of thought, but you know whatever.
They were talking about his history, like he was some famous figure. (His being this 'black rider' not Valcrist, Valcrist had no history really) Well at least that was one thing Val never really needed to worry about, he didn't have fame hounding him like some kind of lost puppy and he was happy about that. If it was up to him, he'd fade into obscurity, nice and unknown. Except for maybe being that guy who made really nice weapons, also perhaps being incredibly and fabulously wealthy. But, y'know, can't have it all. As long as he makes out a comfortable existence, he was fine. He was traveling Elibe selling his wares, but he had never really 'lost' his actual reason for traveling. That was for the sake of traveling, he wanted to see Elibe, see the world that lied beyond the desert, and he had. Honestly he could call it quits any time, but now it was more of a routine then anything. He had no reason to continue, but at the same time he really had no reason to stop. There was still some parts of Elibe unpoked around in anyways, might as well see things through.
"Wait, before we go..." Valcrist suddenly spoke up from his silence, motioning to stop the woman from charging right ahead.. "I'm getting the feeling you all know each other, but I don't really know any of you. So how about we properly introduce ourselves. If we're gonna be forced to do this together, it'll really help if I knew anything about you all. Names would be a good place to start."
"I'm Valcrist Terris, a Nabatan blackmith, swordsman and dabbling archer."
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Post by Gaius Balmung on Sept 9, 2014 11:49:48 GMT -6
The last thing Gaius would have expected to give away his past was his necklace. This woman had to be really into wyvern riders and Bern to have noticed something like that. He wasn't even sure something like that was common knowledge around many people that knew him. She even knew his mother's name which wasn't all that unusual, his mother was a famed warrior after all and a high ranking officer. Gaius was a bit puzzled as to why someone would read into him though, he didn't think his life was all that interesting or worth talking about to be honest.
Her having a thing for wyverns was a bit of an understatement, she loved the creatures. After hearing her story Gaius wasn't exactly sure how to react to it honestly. Part of him felt flattered yes but another part of him felt a bit bothered. Did records really say that he was raised to be nothing but a killing machine? It totally disregarding the fact that he wasn't even raised by his mother all that much. She left him for most of his life and was barely in it. Gaius wondered who even wrote that stuff and why wasn't he ever contacted about it.
It wasn't that big of a deal honestly, the media would say whatever it wanted regardless of your issues with it. "Didn't even realize there was this much information out there about me. Granted not all of its correct but still, impressive nonetheless," Gaius would say, not really knowing how to respond to something like that anyway. A ruthless Pegasus killing machine. Gaius wasn't sure how he felt about being called that. He did fight a lot of Pegasus riders back in the day but it wasn't like he had anything particularly against them but I guess that was a perk of being a rider of Bern.
The sight of Orys coming down on a wyvern would explain why Phantom seemed to be preoccupied with something though it didn't faze Gaius much. When you had a wyvern like Phantom as a partner no one else's wyvern could really compare. Would be interesting to see how he rides. Though Gaius figured if Orys still had any sort of injury or pain still lingering it could affect his riding which wasn't particularly good. His wyvern would have to pick up for the current physical situation he was in.
Valcrist had made a good point, despite Armitage who seemed to know information about Gaius, they didn't really know each other all that well. "Gaius Balmung, simple odd job man and rider," Gaius figured it wouldn't have to go into much detail about his past or anything due to Armitage's talk of his military record. Gaius had no idea that Valcrist was an archer as well, might come in handy when they go up to face the pirates. Though Gaius had a feeling the man was more comfortable with a sword but that was just his thoughts on the matter.
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Orys Durrandon
Wyvern Rider
Posts: 107
Profession: The Ambitious Rider
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Oleg
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Post by Orys Durrandon on Sept 9, 2014 12:27:36 GMT -6
"Orys Durrandon... Traveler." He proceeded to not mention anything else about himself as he jumped off of Balerion's back, letting out a silent grunt as his leg pulsated in pain. He closed his eyes, breathing in deeply once before straightening himself back to his full height. He would not be kept down by such a simple wound. No. Never. He would easily...
He stumbled once, grunting again. He bit his teeth tight against each other. "Maybe it is best I stay on top of Balerion for the most of this little adventure you have dragged me into." He snarled the words out quickly. It was very, very frustrating to show such weakness around people. He was already a trained soldier! Someone who had worked from his youth to perfect his body, yet now after a simple brawl he was already limping like some stray dog. He was getting... Old? No, oh Saint please no.
Balerion, meanwhile, let out a snort as he proceeded to walk over to the other wyvern, sniffing him quickly before pulling his head back. Hrm, he seemed like a strong one. Sad he was not a female, if he was, he would have been a great mate. But, this one could also prove to be a perfect battling companion. Balerion let out one loud grunt, seemingly signalling approval before then proceeding to lie down lazily, letting out something akin to a yawn, closing his eyes. Balerion knew he would not be needed inside, so best to just relax.
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