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Post by Remus on Jun 4, 2015 9:03:24 GMT -6
Amelia was clearly at the highest point in Elibe. Literally. Mountains paled in comparison to the heights she'd achieved as she was placed upon the right side of the large orange haired man's head. Sitting comfortably, with her small frame barely able to impose upon the large male; her hands thrown into the air as well as any notion of caution while she teetered briefly only to shout loudly. "From here, I begin the Amelian Empire!!!" Remus rolled his eyes despite the warm smile on his face. Glad merely that she was safe let alone a able to boldly declare herself any notion of ruler was a relief. It was here that he realized as the group came together, the new faces were addressing him.
While Remus waited he noticed the smaller male with the man known as Perun approaching Owain. He turned however to answer the large man as a small fox kit made it's appearance. The blue haired male adjusted his grip on his staff as Perun spoke. He nodded his head with a warm smile as he politely bowed, speaking up a moment later. "It's an honor to meet you Perun. My name is Remus, brother and priest in the Eliminian Church. It's most fortuitous you arrived when you did. All of you. You have my most profound thanks. "
As the fox kit sniffed to Owain curiously, the boy slowly lowered himself to a crouch to pet behind the small creatures ears. The feeling of the silk like soft fur was almost unique to his experience. Remus smiled warmly at the sight. Owain was fond of animals more than anything save for loved ones, so it was a very good way to calm the boy if nothing else. His shyness was, unfortunately happenstance to other events outside of his control. Remus inclined and extended his greetings to both the swordsman from prior and the ashen haired male named Donovan. He spoke in a generally moderated tone however.
"Thank you as well, and it's an honor to meet you two also. However, before I explain anything further I think it may be best that we wait till we have gone in and rested. It's..a somewhat lengthy tale. "
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Ooc: Giving everyone a post to set up around camp fire, in two days or so I'll post as Remus telling his tale.
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Post by Duma on Jun 4, 2015 17:14:01 GMT -6
{ooc- As of this point I am writing as if Remus/Flynn are sitting around the campfire with everyone.}
Duma along with a few other nomads, spoke to the village chief. Each explained the current situation to him. The priest and the outsiders who aided in killing the bandits would be welcome in the village. These outsiders would be given time to tend to their wounds. The hunters who could still move were told to find extra food and prepare for guests. Duma was an outsider himself, but adjusted well to the Sacean tribe’s lifestyle and explained that he would be leaving with the new arrivals, much to the dismay of the women and children whom were entertained by his tales abroad. He had learned much from the tribe of nomads in ways of swordplay but he needed to move on.
“I’ve still got more work to do. Other people need me.” He spoke in their native tongue. The chief thought it was an acceptable answer. But Duma would not let his last night with the tribe go to waste. He cracked his knuckles and got to work. He helped to tend to the wounded; he brought fresh bandages and hot water to the healers. After washing his hands clean of blood he went to aid the hunters in prepping and cooking. By night fall there was a bit of a feast prepared for the tribe and guests. Duma took a seat near the campfire, exhausted but happy. The swordsman had all of his things packed and in order. He took a moment to rotate his shoulders. Ugh. I’m going to be sore in the morning.
He waited for everyone to settle in before eating his small bowl of food. For the first time Duma was able to sit down and observe those who helped with the battle. The swordsman was curious to hear the blue haired priest’s story. Not many holy men travel across Sacae without an entourage of guards and Eutrian banners. But Remus, he learned his name from the other mercenary, was traveling on his own with children. He looks too young to be the father of those kids. Perhaps he is an older sibling. Or a caretaker. He mused to himself. The read headed one who traveled with them looked to be another nomad. He certainly spoke and walked like a nomad. Probably one of another tribe.. that red hair.. Reminds me of another clan leader. Duma squinted slightly as if trying to put another face to the red headed boy. He shook his head. Eh. It’ll come to me. Maybe. The swordsman spooned some mashed root puree into his mouth.
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Post by Perun on Jun 4, 2015 20:47:18 GMT -6
"You are sure are being holding on tight?" Perun asked the little girl, who reassured him with a pair of vigorous head nods. He began to swing his arm, and the girl, both arms wrapped around his broad forearm cackled wildly as the orange giant rocked her through the air. Perun threw his head back and laughed as he took the little girl higher and higher, before he began to spin. The girl let out a joyous yell, before her steed began to grow dizzy. One of Perun's heavy feet fell behind the other, and the giant quickly brought his arm in front of his chest, wrapping the girl in both of his arms. Perun fell onto his backside, now looking the girl in the face. The two looked at each other for only a moment before both started laughing, her shrill giggle almost overtaking his throaty chuckle.
Perun set the girl on her feet then rose himself. He walked over to the campfire as she ran over to her brother. A few of the nomads around him smiled at him as he went to take his seat. He plopped his massive form down next to the long haired swordsman. Before he knew it, a young woman with dark green hair approached him and held out a bag that looked like it was made of wool. Perun reached up and took it, his large fingers brushing against her much smaller ones. Perun smiled at her before inspecting the contents, but the girl quickly dropped her eyes and hurried off. Perun's smile dropped.
The orange giant opened the bag to find it was filled with deer, it wasn't salted it seemed, which Perun knew meant it was either fresh, or the people who had cooked it didn't know how to preserve meat. Either way, it smelled of some other spice Perun couldn't recognize. The giant wormed his fingers into the sack, and pulled out a shred of the meat. He tossed it in his mouth, and was surprised at the odd taste. He had eaten deer before, but this was something completely new. Perun began to eat fairly quickly, and wondered if the plainsmen had anything good to drink.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 4, 2015 23:57:16 GMT -6
“He’s not much for helping out, just yet. Pretty much a hairy friend for the road - well, Perun’s already got that job. Maybe Kitchi should be a furry friend on the road!” Donovan was sitting next to Owain around the fire. The orange giant was entertaining Owain’s sister by swinging her back and forth on his enormous forearm. Kitchi was laying contentedly in the young boy’s lap. The pair had taken a liking to each other. “I’m thinking that once Kitchi get’s big enough I’ll make a travel bag for him so he can carry some supplies.” The kid seemed to find that idea amusing and started giggling incoherently. Donovan chuckled. It had taken a little work, but he seemed to finally be working the boy out of his shell.
The green clad mercenary stood up to see if anyone needed a hand, many of the nomads had been wounded in the fight, and he wanted to make sure there was nothing he could do to help before getting some food. “Keep an eye on him for me, Owain. He’s still young, needs someone looking after him!” He smiled and rustled the young boy’s hair affectionately. Standing straight, he looked over and found the priest.
“Excuse me, Remus, I know you’re probably busy, but I just wanted to see if there was anything you needed help with. I may not be a healer, like yourself, but my mother was a cleric in her youth. She taught me a few things about tourniquets and the like, if there’s anyone who could use that kind of treatment.” Donovan looked at the priest with a stern expression, the mercenary knew that healing this many people could be exhausting to someone who used a staff. “You can’t take care of everyone yourself, you know.” He scratched his head and looked back at Owain, Amelia, and Perun. “They’re pretty cute kids. Not half as cuddly as Perun, but then again, the guy's a walking hug.” The mercenary chuckled.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2015 10:58:21 GMT -6
Flynn stood a little ways a way from the campfire, holding the bandit sword he picked up in his hand. It felt properly weighted and balanced in his hand. The mercenary gave it a few practice swings to see how it felt. The sword cut through the air smoothly and Flynn could react fast enough to incoming blows and counter attacks. It was a good sword, through and through. He ran his finger along the edge of it, testing its sharpness. That was not so good. The blade was not very sharp, not even cutting the first layer of skin on Flynn's finger. The mercenary whistled for his horse and Cuddy trotted over. He patted his mount's neck before reaching intoCuddy's saddlebags and retrieving his whetstone and an apple. The Sacaen fed his horse the apple before walking over to the fire and sitting down.
Flynn began sharpening his sword as he listened to the others around him. He stayed relatively silent, as he had no knowledge of healing in the slightest. He didn't even trust himself to grab the bandages, much less offer to actual assistance in fixing someone up. But then again, he didn't want to be left completely useless. "If there's anything I can do to help, Remus," the mercenary said, "I'll try my best, though that isn't much. I can fetch water or something if you need me to." He kept absentmindedly sharpening his sword and occasionally testing its edge. It was getting better the longer he did it and he managed to give himself a small cut on the finger at one point. He was satisfied by its edge now and he cleaned off the small spot of blood before sheathing it again.
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Post by Remus on Jun 8, 2015 6:17:08 GMT -6
As the sun worked it's self later into the sky, the group of almost entirely different individuals had gone about their associated obligations or tasks. However it was when the sun began to set that Remus found himself no longer occupied with checking the wagon or securing the children's few possessions, entirely comprised of clothes, to the bed of the wagon. With Dragon-Hero-Horse un-bound from it and now able to enjoy some rest and ample food, Remus had convinced the children to agree to try to obtain some rest themselves. It was around the campfire he found himself, sitting with his back to a slightly elevated stump; which rose about two and a half feet from the ground. At his left side, Owain was nestled against him in a partial fetal position with his eyes closed. Amelia sat with her head half in Remus'es lap. Both children were out cold, and sleeping so heavily that they likely couldn't be woken even by a dragon's descent.
While the others made ways towards nearing, or were within distance to hear, Remus figured he owed them a story. Flynn after all was the only one that really knew it. It was a few moments before he did manage to speak. The blue haired priest let his gaze fix on the dancing orange flames that randomly wavered into the sky only to twist and tug at the slightest influence. Remus heard the soft hiss of the flames, and the occasional pop or crack from the wood within yielding to it's influence before he spoke up.
"Perun, Donovan, Duma. First...let me thank you all again for helping. It really was your efforts that saved us in certainty. Flynn..I'd also like to thank you for fighting so valiantly. Obviously, without any of you me and the children may very well be dead. I believe I owe those who don't know it, our story..so you might at-least understand why it is that we are here. I'm a priest for the Etrurian Church of Elimine. For about two and a half years, I helped run an Orphanage within it's boundaries but a fair distance away from Aquleia. I, a sister of our faith, a fellow brother, and a Father Priest ran this orphanage together. Amelia and Owain are from this orphanage. One thing I was typically responsible for organizing were field trips to the local towns. Upon one of these trips..I noticed that we were missing a child as we returned. He had snuck back into town, enamored by the appeal of blacksmiths and desperate to see if he could be accepted as the Blacksmiths apprentice. His name was Thomas, he was about two and a half years older than Amelia and Owain..but still a dear friend of theirs. The three were virtually inseparable. Naturally, when he left they noticed almost instantly. However they also felt guilty for allowing him to leave without saying anything sooner. "
Softly, Remus smiled a bit as he looked down at the children before he lightly coiled his arms a bit more around them. Though his expression was warm, a touch of sorrow etched into his features after a moment, before he continued.
"The orphanage was a home to them still, and Thomas was family. They did not want to see it get smaller. I admit, The high priest was most cross with me upon learning I had failed to notice Thomas was gone..so I insisted I go to recover him at once. The town was only an hour and a half's walk or so away. Given it was close to evening though..well, the children could not come despite wanting to. However after bed call was given, Amelia and Owain snuck out to find me. They wanted to help. While we were gone...brigands attacked the orphanage, mistaken the symbol of Elimine for an identification of it as a church. They no doubt wanted to raid the coffers. The only reason I know this, is because an Etrurian patrol found them swiftly after..but....not before they had burned and looted the orphanage. We...returned to find it after the flames had gone cold, and wood darkened to ash. Sadly...we had returned because I learned that with Thomas not in the town..he'd posed as a local boy whose parents were off serving in the Inquisitional forces and he'd been instructed to come on as an apprentice. The smith was headed to a small town in Laus however to try and help better arm their guards for the monsters of Lycia. Thomas..doesn't know about those dangers though. He doesn't know how much peril he's in..and so I had promised myself I'd try to bring him back to Etruria..where he'll be safe. Owain and Amelia well...they refused to go to another orphanage. Since they did not wish to leave my side..I can not object them, not deny them of such. Seeing their home..burned down and sadly...husks that were identified as their brothers and sisters and care givers..? What right would I have possible had to, though I don't think I would have had it in me. So, I traveled to Ilia to obtain help. The two other gentlemen, and Flynn here agreed to help protect me as I travel to Laus. As we came through Sacae, we were attacked by brigands..and you know the rest from there."
Though he shed no tears, nor felt the urge arise in which me might; Remus felt the weight of the children's sorrow upon him. Any time they felt it, he would fight with the ferocity of Elibe's most dangerous beast to keep it at bay. That he could keep them constantly happy was his only true desire. Lifting his head from gazing at the children he smiled to them all. "So..again you have my thanks. Were it not for all of your efforts..our dream of reuniting their small family may have never happened..now it still has a chance to."
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Post by Duma on Jun 8, 2015 9:39:52 GMT -6
Duma continued to examine the others who sat around the fire. First at the other mercenary, the dark haired one with the small strip of white in his hair. He seemed like a nice enough fellow. Perhaps a little bit inexperienced in the ways of the sword but that didn't matter. The next man was the large hulk of a human. Whom Duma recognized as a man from the Illian north. The orange haired man was larger then most men and stronger too. He had Duma's respect already judging from the way he reacted around the children. Big man with a big heart. He thought. The swordsman finished the rest of his meal and put the empty bowl aside. He took a steady meditative stance.
Duma then closed his eyes as he heard Remus' story. The swordsman could almost see the events unfolding in his mind's eye. Eturia was a place he disliked, but to hear that it still had it's banditry problem. And the fact that bandits had destroyed an orphanage and slain many innocent children in the process. It made his blood boil. He kept his rage in check under a calm and collected appearance. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing steady. So the priest is trying to make his wway to Laus to find the fourth member of his family. Orphanages and people who adopted orphans had a special place in his heart. After all he and his twin would have been orphaned or dead shortly after birth had they not been adopted by the guild. He loved the parents and people who took him in. Raised them as their own with no questions asked. He let out a soft sigh and opened his eyes again. He looked at the two children curled up and asleep by Remus's lap. A small smile on his face.
"Remus." He spoke up. His voice peirced through the silence of the night.
"Your journey into Laus will be fraught with more danger then before. Lycia is very dangerous right now. Laus is embroiled in a trade war with it's neighbors. Specifically Santaruz. I've heard tales of travelers being denied passage through the gates just because they could POSSIBLY be bringing in contraband from the other territories. Not to mention the monsters roaming about the border. And the rebellion taking place in Bern." He paused.
"You will need an experienced guide to take you through those territories. I have trekked through Sacae, Bern and Lycia enough times to guide you. And your story... well. It.. is similar to my own history. And I can see.." He made a motion to the sleeping Owain and Amelia.
"How much those children love you. I'd be my honor too see you reunited with the missing one." He placed his hand over his chest. It was a customary sign of respect.
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Post by Perun on Jun 9, 2015 13:04:50 GMT -6
Perun stopped looking about for a drink when the small blue haired priest started his story. It was a very sad story, and Perun's face grew heavy with anger and sadness as the thin man told it. He had no love of Etruria, the nation had always been described to him in very problematic ways. An aggressive country that wanted to tell people how to think, Perun didn't have much to say in its defense. However, attacking children was not something he would wish on the people of any nation. He could have almost sympathized with the raiding of a church, but to attack an orphanage for any reason was reprehensible. Perun crossed his arms in front of his chest, and leaned away from the storyteller. He eyed Donovan as the long haired swordsman offered his services to the priest's traveling party, then turned his gaze to the children. They both captured utterly different ideas of innocence, despite the world's attempts to rob them of their sense of freedom. If the hands of gods played with the lives of men, Perun was in the same position as both of these children, as well as the priest himself. He'd not let those hands push the three if he had the strength to push them back. "Perun is thinking that you will need strength in finding Thomas. Perun is man who is very strong, Perun is willing to go along and protect two small children and priest if you are welcoming. Perun is ready to protect until you are finding Thomas." Perun scratched his beard for a moment before looking to the two small children and smiling. Ooc: youtu.be/pxPGzj2L3n0?t=8s
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Post by Donovan on Jun 9, 2015 19:08:42 GMT -6
A hush fell over the crowd as Remus began his story. The green clad mercenary had a fundamental hatred of the zealot nation, but his hatred of banditry and needless murder wiped any of those thoughts from his mind. His mother, having been a cleric for a short time before Don’s father swept her away from the church, knew quite a lot about the ways the church functioned. After the Prophet took control of the nation, Donovan’s troupe would avoid going anywhere near Eturia, for fear that his mother would be taken. Not that they particularly liked visiting the nation in the first place. Those who cling too close to their religion don’t always welcome troupers with any form of kindness.
Perun looked over to Donovan and the two made eye contact. They’d built up a pretty strong understanding of each other, and both knew that they were about to get swept up in this adventure. After all, what children should be lost without a family?
The mercenary laughed wildly at the giant’s bid to join the group, causing Kitchi to yip excitedly. “Where ever the Giant goes, I’ll go. He may be the strongest in the business, but I’m not exactly a fragile pup anymore. Besides, you’re going to need someone who truly knows the country when you get to Lycia. I grew up traveling those roads, no one knows them better than me.” Then the mercenary realized that they were going to need to head into Laus, the epicenter of all the undead.
“There are also the monsters that roam Laus. You’ll need help with them. As much as you can get. I fought those things before, nearly lost my life because we didn't have enough men.” The green clad mercenary pulled down his shirt enough to reveal the start of the gnarly scar he’d received from the entombed he’d faced in the mountains. “In some ways, those things may be an even greater threat than bandits. And there is no way I’d let a pair of children wander through those badlands without enough protection.”
The mercenary pet the fox kit sitting in his lap, “You have my sword, as well. All that being said, though, we will need some compensation for our hard work. As much as I wish it would, altruism doesn’t put food in my stomach.” The mercenary looked over at Owain and Amelia, and shook his head. “Though, I think the Big Guy and I could give you the family discount.”
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Post by Remus on Jun 29, 2015 14:37:29 GMT -6
Remus hadn't expected anything when he had opted to reiterate the tale of his past to them, and there in reveal the nature of their journey. He had simply found it appropriate that he explain to those who had just risked their lives for him as to why he was in such a position in the first place. It had simply been something he felt owed. He was taken aback then, when the male swordsman began to offer his services and pledged to aid them. Before he could speak up, the bushy orange haired male began to speak, offering his own services. Through this, the thinner male chimed in offering to assist them as well. For a moment, a slightly long one at that, Remus was at a genuine loss. Though his smile was a warm one that reflected the endless gratitude towards them at simply wishing to help, it hid a bitter remorse that he had little to avail them in compensation.
Moving in the smallest of shifting motions, as not to disturb the children who slumbered in his lap, Remus inclined his head before looking to them all. He could only speak the truth and hope that his words adequately conveyed his genuine thanks. "I..truly..the gesture alone means much to me. It saddens me that I have not the power to aid them myself, but I would happily accept the three of you into our group. I..can hardly say what may await us, but I know the children will be most grateful..as am I. I had already plotted out a rough route to take, when first planning this journey with Flynn. We intended to travel to Bulgar to receive more supplies, and through there south into Bern and along the mountain side's southern face into Lycia. If we go through Tania, and into Santaruz we can make a straight shot for Laus. I've...heard the rumors about the state of Lycia..and though I've not seen the monsters claimed to roam there....I've..encountered similar horrors to say the least."
He smiled warmly up to the three new comrades however, resting his hands on Amelia and Owain's slumbering heads to better poise them so the children would be more comfortable in their sleep. The Priest gazed into the dancing flames of the camp fire, thinking for a few moments in passing silence as crackling pops served to add to the sense of life the animated source of illumination housed. His gaze drifted back to the trio of newly acquired comrades before he spoke up again. "I had planned to leave in the morning. I thank you all for offering to help...and if it's acceptable...I personally might try to rest for a spell. "
Though the priest eased his eyes closed, he did not particularly find slumber. It wasn't such a simple task for him, but he did find comfort. Comfort in the knowledge that the children would be immensely safer now. That was what mattered to him most in the end.
Tomorrow would start the next step in their adventure.
[End thread]
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