Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Feb 6, 2015 22:02:20 GMT -6
An uneventful week had passed over the village of Skaven. There had been a scare here and there or a few isolated spottings of the undead, but there hadn't been anything of real interest that wasn't taken care of with the help of a purple-haired woman who would disappear and return with evidence of a slain creature. It was through her help that Synkkis knew the village was in good hands. Whispers had gone out and returned with possible news of more volunteers arriving to help secure the area after hearing news of Synkkis' works in taking on the undead that seemed so close to wiping out the village. The Shaman could only assume word of such deeds made its way back home not too far away. The folk in the Spine loved to talk. Couldn't get away with anything if he tried.
The problem with Synkkis was that he had no great strategy for saving Skaven. It mostly relied on the help of the woman who could still move around. The ever-inquisitive Kyyneltya assumed she used magic, yet never saw her carry a tome. He was not the type to prod, so he let her be. Word of reinforcements spurred the two on and steeled their resolve to hold on. It also gave the villagers a bit more hope.
The purple-cloaked man sat atop his perch in the barn attic looking outwards to the southern peaks. It was another day of foggy weather up there - and that made him worry. There was no way of seeing them coming unless they were lucky with a break in the weather. He had to keep constant watch to ensure nothing were to sneak up on them. It tired his eyes during a time he wished he could just walk up the mountains and just slay the damn fiends already. His leg was much better now, yet he had taken the woman's advice to heart and wouldn't go off on his own again. Such an injury made him feel incredibly small in such a vast mountain range.
Rubbing his eyes, he saw that same woman walk through the side door of the barn they stayed in for the nights. She had set herself a stall for herself. It was good to see her again. "Good morning. Did you sleep well?" he asked, unsure if she even slept at all. Many of the villagers found it difficult to sleep at night.
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Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Feb 7, 2015 1:20:31 GMT -6
Lynessa yawned as she stretched her body, still laying on her hay bed. After having warm bed and someone to cuddle with for years, sleeping alone on hays wasn't as comfortable as before. Lynessa wasn't really bothered with though. She was already used to it a little after a few days. After waiting a bit until her body was ready to get up and start a new day, she slowly forced her lazy self to stand and leave the thin fabric which she had used as blanket (although she didn't need blanket, actually).
Her eyes still looked tired and her long purple hairs were messy when she went to where Synkkis were sleeping. She smiled and made a weak wave with her hand to the shaman. It seemed he had gotten better, those injuries probably had been almost healed. "Good morning. It couldn't be any better. And you?" she replied to the question and returned it with another question. The shaman had been a good company so far. He might be injured but he never stopped concerning himself with the safety of the village, it was something that motivated Lynessa to work harder. She couldn't let an injured person beat her.
It was tiring, though. Lynessa had to do everything alone because she was the only one healthy and ready for battle in this village, at least for now. There was some news that more people might come to help, hopefully it wasn't just a baseless rumor. She might be able to protect the village from a few undead who somehow lost their way and found themselves heading to the village but to completely elminate the source of this horde one dragoness wouldn't be enough.
"So...It seems you almost get those legs of yours healed competely," she said as she ran her slim fingers through her messy hairs, trying to make it tidier. "I am glad you didn't attempt to go up there alone again. Men usually are very impatient, after all." Lynessa knew many men who would ignore their wounds and pretend to be fine most of the time, her husband and sons included, so she had assumed Synkkis would sneak out and do some scouting himself.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Feb 7, 2015 13:59:04 GMT -6
"Great must have missed most of the fun", spoke Borgus as he walked into the village. The mild mannered bandit was a bit pickled that everybody was not dead already. He had heard a rumor that the village was being assaulted by the undead. He figured he could get a good amount of loot out the place without doing much killing. Instead he found a village filled with not dead people. Great, looks like the loot was out of the question. Borgus was up for killing people and taking there belongings, but time and wisdom had taught him that rout ended with a painful death very quickly. If you want to get rich and live long you have to do things like he did back in Bern.
The black market he and the crew had set up was doing good, but things were starting to get a bit, iffy. Big Sam and Cliff have been pushing to take more control over distribution and other facets of the business. It was clear to Brogus that the two of them were probably going to try to push him out and their other partners out of the black market. Borgus wanted blood, but at the moment the two of them had not sinned. Killing them now would not only bring unwanted attention, but also could break up the brotherhood. It was a good thing they had going so far. Turning stupid violent and dumb bandits into a well organize mob that dealt in "Clean" work. The Brotherhood in itself is far more valuable than the small black market operation in the inn. Borgus might even just let them have it and start up some new gigs other places. However at the moment he was angry and Borgus knew himself better than anyone else. Thus he came here to cool off. Kill some undead pick up some nice loot and come back home. It was a easy way to blow off some steam and get back to the good life. However that plan went down the drain the moment he walked into the town an found everyone alive.
"So the rumors of a undead assault are false then", asked Borgus to a villager.
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Levity
Pegasus Knight
Posts: 9
Profession: Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Sarria
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Post by Levity on Feb 7, 2015 19:55:34 GMT -6
A protection job, a small village being assaulted by monsters. The rumors of monsters had been coming in more and more frequently, but this was the first time Levity was ever sent on a job to fight them. One of her last jobs in Ilia before she left for the south with her sister in fact. Skaven, a town so small that most of the mercenaries in their company hadn't heard of it before, but they found out where it was and flew in to their aid. Only three of them, Levity and two others, took on the job, with all of the others "busy" with other things. Levity wondered if the monsters were stronger than the rumors said, or if all of her companion mercenaries were cowards.
The three pegasi landed on the edge of the village, not an uncommon sight in Ilia. "You two, I want an initial scouting around, look for any disturbances and report back to me immediately with findings. I will look for whoever is heading the village defense." Her wing-girls nodded, taking off in opposite directions to patrol the skies. Levity dismounted her pegasus, and allowed it to go rest in the village stables for now. She decided to walk around, inquiring villagers about the state of things, trying to find somebody who was fighting them off earlier. There was talk of a shaman and a mysterious woman, but it was hard to get any details from the spooked villagers, so she had to continue asking around until she found some real answers.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Feb 8, 2015 13:40:47 GMT -6
The village elder, Erkki, rested in his humble throne of elk horns and northern pine on his front porch. He was kept warm by more than enough animal pelts and he snored with his afforded peace and quiet. The old Ilian was naturally adorned with a thick white beard that he fancied to braid during the festive season.
His daughter, Kyllikki, was perusing the village pantry when an untrustworthy face started asking questions. It frightened her, reeling her back into the shelter with an "Oof!". "Huh? Undead?" she asked, frightened - still inside the shack. With the door open, the man could probably see her with her bottom fallen into an empty basket and her head-scarf fallen over her eyes. She grasped onto a jar of seasoning salts in an almost defensive posture and worried expression.
The sound and waves of wind kicked up by Pegasi was unmistakable and downright impossible to sleep through for the old man. Rubbing his eyes, he focused on the pale, winged horse that carried an armored rider. He beckoned her to come to him with an affirmative nod and motioning with his sun-spotted hand. "Oi, Lass. Are ye from tha Army? Reckoned we'd never see yer ilk come all tha way yonder to our village." Erkki praised the girl with gratefulness in his heart. Their village could only do so much with a woman and an injured mage. "Today's weather is bad fer flyin' with all tha foggy weather." he warned, pointing up to the shrouded peaks.
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The sounds of Pegasi alerted Synkkis as he stepped down from the ladder in the loft. He made sure to answer the woman's question, however. They had time to greet the riders. "Oh, well I'm actually doing well. All of this setting around allowed me to knock out some of my studies. All thanks to you, naturally." The smile he had shown was one of appreciation. Everything he had came at some sort of cost. Usually he was footing his own bill on those.
Limping only slightly, the snow-haired man retorted to her observation on the typical qualities of his gender. They were generally true. "I can't say I wasn't tempted. Yet you proved a good point the other day about me going off by myself. I decided to stay in. Now I'm starting to get a bit of cabin fever." Synkkis joked, trudging along in the snow. It wasn't too difficult to spot the mounted woman in the middle of the small village. He was sure to gradually make his way over to the blue-haired woman.
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Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Feb 11, 2015 0:27:05 GMT -6
The ice dragon twitched a bit when she heard the sound of a pegasus. The constant alertness she had been keeping all these time combined with her sleepy mind almost made her consider it as a threat. However, she kept her cool and looked at back at Synkkis, who had begun to leave the barn to greet the new guest. The pegasus rider was probably one of those coming reinforcements which she had heard about. Hopefully.
Lynessa stayed in the barn to tidy her messy hairs, she then left shortly afterward. It was still not presentable but at least it didn't look like thick forest. In her hand was a wooden rod which she had requested from the local lumberjack. It was made from the finest wood that could be found in the nearby forest. Although it could serve as a weapon for self-defense, Lynessa used it mainly as a tool to help her walking and finding holes that was hidden by the snow. "I guess I should find Kyllikki and borrow a bucket...the last one I borrowed from her has a few holes on the bottom." Deciding to leave the talking with the pegasus rider to the capable shaman, Lynessa decided to start her own quest of finding the village elder's daughter, Kyllikki. "I think she must still be in the pantry at this time."
However, when she got there some unknown man was standing not far from the pantry. Lynessa couldn't remember his face. Well, she had been here only for a week so there might be some villagers whose face she had forgotten or she hadn't met yet. Not sure how to greet the man without acting awkward, Lynessa continued walking until she reached the door, observing at Borgus from the corner of her eyes.
"Kyllikki, can I borro-...." The ice dragon paused and looked at the frightened woman. "What? The rats came back again?" she asked, smiling. Lynessa was completely oblivious that Borgus was the cause.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Feb 11, 2015 2:16:49 GMT -6
"Not sure if that reaction was toward me or the undead. Either way I am done talking to you woman. You will bring me nothing but trouble and too little information." By her reaction Borgus could tell that the Undead were an actual threat. So that meant that the rumors of the assault was true. However it did not explain why this place was not filled with walking corpses that Borgus could snipe from afar. No these were living breathing humans, probably not worth the flesh of there bones, but they were alive. This also meant that somebody defeated the undead that would be attacking the city. Either the malitia for this city had some skill, which he doubted from this woman's reaction, or there were a few heroes in the village.
"You there woman", spoke Borgus as he looked up and saw a lavender hair beauty. Borgus might have taken the time off to talk to the maiden a little more informally, but he was here on business. Part of the acolyte's code was not to mix business and pleasure. It was a good rule, it kept him out of trouble on many occasions. Wasting no more time on eye candy Borgus moved to his task. "Do you know anything about the undead that is suppose to be attacking this village. From the maiden's reaction it seemed that the rumor was true, but from the look of the town I can not see any signs of it. So I am going to ask you. Are the undead attacking this village or not. I have very little time to waste. "
Borgus did not like this village. The first problem was that everyone was not dead. The second came in the form of the annoying woman flailing around as if he was burning the place down, and the third and probably the most important reason being the vague information he is receiving from everyone. Normally when a village is under assault they would usually welcome ever new face they can find. Now however it seems more like everyone is on edge. They are expecting something, but it has not arrived yet.
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Ravvus Wiseau
Mage
We will not stop until I have bested you at least once. My pride simply won't allow any alternative.
Posts: 207
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Ravvus/Luba/Rowan
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Post by Ravvus Wiseau on Feb 12, 2015 10:24:45 GMT -6
Skaven. What exactly brought Ravvus to a backwater town like this? The blond mage didn't quite know himself. One night, while on his northern trek to Edessa, Ravvus had decided to spend the night at an inn. There, he'd overheard some of the guests gossiping about the undead encroaching on Ilia's borders. In particular, the undead had set up shop in the northern section of the Spine. As he continued up north, Ravvus overheard this same rumor a few more times before finally deciding to investigate it himself. The village itself wasn't too far out of the way, so Ravvus did not mind sacrificing a few days to follow up on the rumor. The notion that the undead were operating in the mountains was an intriguing concept. The first sightings of the undead had been in Lycia, where the midsection of the mountain range known as the Spine was located. It seemed that a good portion of them had sought safe haven in the mountains and had slowly trickled up north. What was interesting was the fact that the undead had chosen to take refuge specifically in the mountains. Mountains, which to most things were uninhabitable. But to undead, creatures which needed not sleep, nor food, nor lodging, it was an ideal home. Largely uninhabitable, and far from the hand of law and armies of man, they could consolidate their numbers and maintain a powerful and dangerous presence in Elibe. It was tactical, strategic really. The undead might be more intelligent than they seemed.
Centered in the middle of town, Ravvus thumbed through his introductory manual to anima magic. It was his only memento of his home and family. On occasion, Ravvus re-read the book for sentimentality's sake. The book reminded him of earlier days and his sister, Reina. Sometimes, it even made him want to visit his former home in Etruria. But that was simply not Ravvus' style. Ravvus might pursue things like power or adventure, but friendship and family were afterthoughts. Ravvus would surely return to Etruria for work or for the sake of seeing some part of the land he'd yet to see. But to visit his family? No, that would be a waste of his valuable time.
As for Skaven, Ravvus did not know what this little town had in store for him. Perhaps his only purpose there was to validate or disprove these rumors of undead. Find out if the undead really had come so far north. However, the mage may have already accomplished this goal. Given the behavior of Skaven's townspeople there was a good chance the rumors were true. Perhaps then, Ravvus' purpose in Skaven was to test his strength. If the undead were here, in Skaven, then it was but a matter time before he encountered them. They were resilient enemies, but dismemberment and fire tended to make short work of them. But perhaps, again, there wasn't actually anything in Skaven worth Ravvus' time. If the undead were not in the mountain range, or were but were not worth the effort it took to fight them, then Ravvus would simply leave the village. He did have matters to attend to in Edessa after all.
With these thoughts in mind, Ravvus noticed a curt man speaking with an elegant looking woman. They were a few yards away, but Ravvus could still overhear their conversation. The rogue seemed to be seeking the same information Ravvus himself desired. Perhaps his questions were about to be answered. How convenient. Ravvus firmly held his introductory anima manual by its spine. The tune of Elfire and Fimbulveter: An introductory manual to anima magic, it read on the cover. The blonde mage removed his orange cloak, revealing his leather armor. He placed the cloth on the snowy ground and then sat upon it. He turned the book's cover over and started reading the first page. “In all things, a mage must be able to interact with the spirits of their chosen element, or elements...”
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Levity
Pegasus Knight
Posts: 9
Profession: Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Sarria
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Post by Levity on Feb 16, 2015 9:16:27 GMT -6
Levity found herself meeting with the village elder, rather faster than she thought she would be, but all Ilians knew what the sound of Pegasi landing was just by hearing it again. She gave a small courtsy to the elder, trying to be polite. He thought she was from the army of course, if only they really had taken care of this issue themselves. "I'm sorry noble sir, but the army has not been doing its job protecting the people lately, in my opinion. We are volunteers from the Western Ilia Mercenary Defense Force. I am Levity, captain of the other two who patrol the skies right now. Wherever you want us to be at, we will follow." Levity was a senior member compared to the others, so it made sense that she was given command.
She looked up at the sky when he mentioned the foggy morning. She had barely noticed since she was used to foggy mornings anyways, but it seemed that the fog wasn't going to give up through the rest of the day. "We are capable of handling ourselves in the fog, although it would be much easier to fight if we had a spotter or scout on the ground who could see through the fog better than we could." She wasn't expecting any backup of that kind however. Most people who worked on their own sight did it usually for their own gain, to scope out a mansion from a distance for picking. Either way, she was confident in a fight through the fog, but she did worry for her new companions.
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Post by Donovan on Feb 22, 2015 17:44:12 GMT -6
How had he ended up here? He’d traveled so many miles, so many months. Going from caravan to caravan, job to job. Guarding merchants wasn’t great pay and they were all pretty miraculously idiotic, but he got to live on the road again, and see places of the world even his troupe life had never allowed him to journey. Ilia wasn’t terrible, as far as frozen wastelands go. Sure it was cold and the weather was extreme, but Donovan had always been a fan of cold. Sure this might be a little much, but it was better than having to go through Nabata’s desserts. Still, the fog was thick and that worried him. And, clearly, he wasn’t the only one.
Grev was sitting on his wooden kart, fussing over his maps. He was more than a little nervous and had every right to be. There were only 5 of the left. And only two of them could fight. Grev and his wife were useless with a blade, he probably couldn’t even swing a stick without throwing his back out. His son was only 8 years old, if they got into any trouble, he’d be more of a liability than anything. George was a useful fighter to have at your side, good arm, a sharp mind, and a sharper axe. But that was all of them. There had been 13 when they set out, but after a small town told them of the undead that had been spotted wandering through Ilia, two of their men left. Then, a few nights later, Jon got up in the middle of the night and never came back. When they went looking for him the next morning, they found his body. Or, what was left of it, at least. 3 more of them left that day, despite Grev offering to triple their pay. While Donovan felt like getting out of the mountains sounded like a good idea, that much money was something he couldn’t pass up. But over the next few days, 2 more of their caravan went missing in the night, and now there was no one left for Donovan to leave with. So he stuck close to the campfire, and kept his sword close. They should have been passing through a small town by now, Skaven, but Donovan was beginning to worry the fog had gotten them off course.
He heard George calling from up ahead. They’d made it. But this town, while not looking too worse for the wear, looked more afraid than any town that the little caravan had passed through in Ilia. And that was when Don knew that they might not make it out of this village alive.
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Lynessa
Manakete
"I am glad Ilia doesn't have summer..."
Posts: 92
Profession: Tavern owner, housewife
Affinity: Ice
Dragon Element: Ice
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Lynessa on Feb 22, 2015 19:12:41 GMT -6
"I am not "woman", I have a name...Just call me Lynessa, young man" Lynessa finally acknowledged Borgus' presence and turned toward him. If the dragoness was displeased by his rude tone, she simply managed to conceal it behind her calm expression. She was used dealing with worse people than Borgus in her tavern. People like drunkards or brutes, even to some random thugs and "tough" patrons, she had to accustom herself with those kind of humans if she wanted her business to flourish, after all. Trying to smile and reminding herself not to raise her voice, the ice dragon pulled some strands of her hair to front and tried to tidy them. "I reaaally want to go to wash my face but I guess I must to answer his question..." she thought, sighing.
This man wasn't from the village, probably a reinforcement or just some random traveler, so he didn't know much about the undead attack. The still a bit sleepy woman wasn't in proper mental state to explain things but she couldn't expect the frightened girl to speak with Borgus. "Yes, some zombie groups approached the village. Maybe just a coincidence or it was their instinct, not sure. But thankfully none has penetrated the village defense so far although I expect there will be more and more undead coming," she replied. Saying those things made her a little uncomfortable. It was morning so a few undead approaching the village undetected was unlikely but she couldn't stop worrying. Lynessa chuckled and rubbed the back of her head as she continued speaking. "However, although I've stated that the village is well defended it's actually just me and other man doing the fighting. Some villagers do help with watching duty but only two people can fight and fend off those monsters. Peaceful sleep has been rare thing for me lately...especially because the other guard, Synkkis, was injured." She hoped it didn't sound like she was complaining. Yes, it was hard but Lynessa wanted to do it even if she had to sacrifice some of her bedtime.
Lynessa crossed her arms as she looked at the man, smiling. "Oh, I guess that isn't good enough for an answer to your question, right? Hmm..." The dragoness paused to ponder her next words. "The first group of undead was annihilated by my friend, Synkkis. Since that time we haven't been attacked by large group, just some random stragglers from time to time and they weren't too difficult to deal with. But seriously, there might be a nest or large group out there. If we want to stop the attack they need to be eliminated completely." Maybe it was because her frustration or tiredness but she sounded a bit impatient to truly go and crush some undead.
"I've heard we are getting some people who want to help. Are you one of them?" she asked.
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Post by Donovan on Feb 22, 2015 23:31:17 GMT -6
Donovan needed to find out just what he was dealing with. His parents had given him a pretty rounded education, his mother knowing something of the healing arts, and his father having had spent 5 years in the royal service, playing in the name of kings. They taught him of the elder arts, of anima magic, and light magic; he learned about social structures in court and the relations between economics, the common folk, and religion. But above anything else, they taught him how to read an audience, how to gather information. So with this and his need to survive in mind, Donovan looked around the town. In one direction, he saw a pegasus knight with vivid blue hair talking to an old man he assumed was a village elder. A white haired shaman was slowly making his way over toward the pair, he was limping from what appeared to be a fresh battle wound.
In the other direction, Donovan saw a strikingly beautiful woman standing talking to a brutish orange hair man, who was covered in scars. Interestingly enough, he carried a tome. But his body language was off. It was subtle, but Donovan could tell this man was not only a foreigner to these parts, but perhaps even a threat to this small town. Donovan decided that it would be better to avoid the brute. Near them, a young mage sat reading a tome. Interestingly he was wearing leather armor. Either a mercenary protecting the town, or a traveler passing through. Either way, he didn’t seem like he’d have much valuable information on what was happening.
After some consideration, Donovan gestured to Grev.
“Sir, I’m going to go talk to the local villagers. See if they have an inn we might be able to stay in today. It isn’t a very good idea for us to continue to travel with so much fog.”
“We’ve only been walking for 3 hours, the fog is probably going to burn off in an hour, and we have to make it to the next town before nightfall.”
“Sir, with all due respect, I don’t think that that’s a very bright idea. We have only 2 fighters, and we have to protect both your wares, yourself, your wife, and your son. This fog, will not burn off in an hour either. We’ll be lucky if it’s gone by tomorrow. We’d be wise to stay here today and try to sell some of your wares. That is, if you want to ensure your son’s safety.”
Grev looked over at his boy, and immediately folded. “Go. Be quick about it.”
Men like Grev were easily controlled. It’s why Donovan had stayed with him so long. The amount of money he had conned out of the portly fool was obscene for a mercenary who’d never even killed a man.
Donovan waved to George. The rough guard had seen many hours on the road and he was not so easily played. At first, George had bought every lie Donovan had thrown his way, but after a month and a half of traveling together, George was starting to see through the role Donovan had taken on. He nodded gruffly at Donovan as he passed by.
Donovan hoped that the shaman would have some idea of what was going on in this town, and whether he should cut his loses now or stick it out to the next trade hub. He headed toward the shaman and pegasus knight.
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Synkkis Kyyneltya
Shaman
"Strange... I had no brace for the aberrant nature of this power."
Posts: 170
Profession: Mercenary Tactician
Affinity: Dark
Profile: Synkkis
OoC Alias: Cyril/Lucien/Landrik/Freya
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Post by Synkkis Kyyneltya on Feb 24, 2015 22:29:19 GMT -6
The Elder, Erkki, responded to the woman's statements, never minding her talk of tactics in the weather in the mountains. "Aight, then. Yer right about them Army types. Damn nobles won't even protect their vassals." he cursed, thinking of the political repercussions of their negligence. Even so, a lance is a lance is a lance. Lances that protected his village from annihilation. "Do ya reckon ye'd get started today? There's a fella wit' hair white as the snow and a woman who is as cold as it. They'd been defendin' us fer a week, perhaps under a fortnight." he guided the woman along with vague descriptions. Erkki shifted in his humble throne of bone and pelts.
The man he'd described with a tattered purple cloak approached with some limp in his leg. He clutched a simple wooden cane that looked freshly fashioned with amateur carpentry skills. Even this wasn't spared from his sickening style of displaying animal corpses on his person. The three small skulls of what could be assumed were some of his midday meals were strung from the top. Why would he ever do such a thing one might wonder.
Still, as one would look on, his eyes did not match his appearance. His eyes were tired, yet shifted and glowed with a bright and calculating mind. His eyes danced all over the knight and her mount. It wasn't the first time he had seen that type of military beast, but he was aquainted enough to not know much about them other than their strategic and tactical assets. What he really was looking to see was the rider's bearing and how she sat on the pegasus. That would tell him more than anything she could say.
Drawing closer, he hailed to her. "Rider! Are you from the Army? What news do you bring from the north?" he asked, standing still for a moment and bringing the head of his cane into the air as a signal of 'here I am'. It was about this same time a swordsman approached from his flank. The man's first appearance also alluded to knowing how to defend himself and also embracing hardship. Even a fresh face would find itself worn and brazen by the elements here in the Spire.
The elder just grumbled, but was amused as the woman would have to repeat herself in a way. Perhaps the old man would learn more from what she had already told him.
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Kyllikki was just about to answer Lynessa when the man gruffly initiated conversation with her and she kind of went on a tirade. Everyone was on edge, herself included, but it was probably the first time she had seen the usually extremely composed woman release her frustration in the way of words. She'd not known her for a week, but even the maiden could guess that this was a side of her that many didn't get to see. She was the shining example of patience, calm, and reserved.
The young woman picked herself up and stealthily set the jar she was going to use to defend herself with back on the shelf. Wait. She needed those. Nevermind. She picked the jar back off the shelf. "Did anyone other than this guy make it in from the North? I thought I heard something outside." Kyllikki noted, hugging her jar.
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Borgus
Acolyte
DEAD
Getting money is easy. The ahrd part is keeping it.
Posts: 90
Profession: Bandit
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Borgus on Feb 24, 2015 23:18:06 GMT -6
"So my information was wrong then", spoke Borgus as he began to look through the dragon lady. The acolyte began to sink into some deep thought as he curse the fools who gave him the tip. That is what Borgus get for going to Ilia. There is never any free gold in Ilia. It is all just lies to bring you to the frozen wasteland so somebody else in Ilia can make a profit off you. Ilia was like there lone sharks with the exception that they were a nation. They were always pulling you back in for more.
"Sorry about that", spoke Borgus as he came back to reality. There was something about this woman that screamed to him to show respect. At first he thought it maybe something about danger or demure, but no that was not it. She did not look dangerous at all nor dis she give off a killing intent. not it had more to do with her speech than anything. She reminded him of somebody. Somebody he respected and feared. It was not his mother, heavens no not his mother. That woman just radiated a aura of kill me, kill me please, thought Borgus never did it. No it was more like his cousin. The one with the stupid brother. She was always running a tight shift, but spoke with a soft voice. If this woman was truly anything like her then Borgus would do well not to tick her off.
"My apologies for the rudeness, but a certain individual got under my skin just a moment before. Though considering everything you said in your update that minor annoyance weighs little. Oh and to answer your question no I am not one of the people who were suppose to be helping. Truth be told madame the word from down south is that this little dot into oblivion was whipped off the map already. I came here to investigate. I was half expecting the town to be filled with undead and was preparing to run a raid. It is good fortune that you all have survived, but it goes without saying my wallet was not so happy. Still I am not a ill breed vagabond who would turn his back on a town in need. I will give aid, but I would like to talk to somebody about getting paid. As I stated before I came here to kill off some undead and make a bit of a profit. I have paid good good gold for the tip and the trip alone has cost me a bit of supplies so I would like to get paid for risking both my life and my body to fight the undead."
The Burly man looked around for a moment to see if anyone else was having averse reaction to his words. He did just say he expected them all to be dead, though he said it in a nicer and more toned down wording. To be truthful Borgus did not want to defend this dot of a village. However he could not leave empty handed. He could always rob a house here and leave with there belongings, but with the village so high strung at the moment he would not get out the gate before a angry mob stoned him to death. Speaking of mobs what were the people of this village doing. They are letting two people fight the monsters themselves. What were they toothless mole rats. This is why Borgus liked Bern. If things got bad then even the villagers would fight. Though that made life as a bandit annoying Borgus of late has found it to be useful. Though that was a different story all together.
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Levity
Pegasus Knight
Posts: 9
Profession: Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Sarria
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Post by Levity on Feb 25, 2015 12:52:47 GMT -6
Two people had been defending the village all by themselves, and neither was described as strong, just one by his looks and the other by her personality. It felt odd, but she assumed that at least one of the two had to be a mage, it was unlikely that anyone else could fight off a threat without much else description about them, mages were always the unassuming-looking ones. "Don't worry, we'll be on guard immediately, that's why I already sent the others on patrol."
Suddenly, she was approached by the male guardian, him asking the same question as the village elder did. "I am Levity Serano of the Western Ilia Mercenary Defense Force, not the army. The army seems to have their hands full with pointless conflicts, so it is up to volunteer forces like us to back you up. There is myself and two others, currently patrolling the skies right now to establish a perimeter. I and my squad are yours to command, or I can act on my own if you wish, but we are unfamiliar with fighting this kind of enemy."
It looked like she had been right at least. The scrawny man was no doubt a mage of some kind in her mind, especially with his clothes so oddly decorated. Levity wasn't much into fashion herself, so she couldn't really complain. He looked like he was injured, but it was a little hard to tell, since his clothes looked ragged and torn already to begin with. "Do you need medicine? One of my flyers is a combat medic. Not as good as a healing staff, but she keeps vulnerary on her."
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