Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Oct 3, 2015 20:36:15 GMT -6
"Yeah? Y'don't say..." He searched his memory, but Zach never heard of anyone but Selibas calling Gaea "Earth Mother". Maybe it was just a Sacaen thing? He chuckled at the thought, and then laughed even harder when Selibas nearly collapsed as he stood up. Guess there really wasn't any of those "flawless traits" left when the Little Wolf drank a sip too many. Zach nearly rolled out of bed himself, cackling like an old witch. The mage was glad he spent the night with the Sacaen; he hadn't laughed so hard in... ever, really. "Oof... guess you've had abit too much, y'think?"
Zach pulled himself upright and reached a hand for the bottle before deciding against it. Maybe later. "Hmm, Muaster Khayri? She's a... she's a real character. But looking back, she never was much of a teacher. Left me to my own duhvises, and then she's got the nervrre ta call me a - " Zach cut himself short. "Sory. Where was I? O, yeah, we were in that town cause Khayri wanted some uh, some..." He couldn't remember. What did she want again?
-- "Now dear, be a good boy and stay put while I go find what I'm looking for. Keep that head of yours out of trouble, alright?" "Yes, Master..." Khayri patted the young mage's head, and headed off down the lane. Zacharia didn't move so much as a muscle till the Seer was out of sight, and then he was off. What was she after here, anyway? It must've been important if she had to leave him here. He could only wonder, as he raced off down the streets. --
The Zacharia of the present shrugged and sighed in resignation. "Nev'r found out, sad to say. All Khayri told me wus she wonted somethin' from the town. I went looking for curios and whut I found was bigger than I ever coulda even dreamed of: I met yew and Cyril, and my new home." It was funny, how his greatest childhood dream was being a hero of Bern and defeating those meanie Ilians. And now... And now, they were right on the cusp of that dream coming true. For a moment, Zach wondered how his family would react if they could see him now.
"And speaking of your birth, what was your mum like? I wanna know the full Selibas story, y'know. Don't hold back just 'cause she's not relevant!" He sniggered, like he was sharing a private joke with himself.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Feb 2, 2016 14:25:58 GMT -6
"Too much? Me?" Selibas laughed nearly as hard as his taller friend as he readjusted himself. The little wolf listened as Zach partly explained and partly complained about his teacher. She didn't sound like a particularly great one, though he didn't really understand magic, maybe it was something better learned independently. It wasn't like swordplay, which was a dance of technique and instinct. It was a weird little thing that you did with words, or hand motions, or maybe something else. Selibas didn't know, and truth be told magic had never seemed very interesting to him.
Selibas chuckled as Zach went on. "Family." Selibas had never thought of that, but in truth the rebellion was the most accepting place he'd been. There were a few of the Bernese who gave him odd looks now and then, but more often than not the men treated him like a brother, which was never more prevalent than on the battlefield. If any of the men who followed him, he had no clue of it. He kept them alive after all, and for infantry that seemed to be enough to keep him in their good graces. So perhaps it was like a family, a real family. Selibas had nothing to compare it to.
The smile left his lips as the Shaman mentioned his mother. He didn't know. Even after he'd been made Khan, noone would tell him her name, or anything about her except that his eyes and hair shared her shade. Well, there was one story, but he'd never known if it was true. "I... I don'r know. She could use magic. An old woman in my tribe told me she could create fire and ice from the air, that she could heal wounds better than any medicine. That's it though. Her eyes looked like mine and our hair's the same color. I don't know where she is, or what her name could be."
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Jul 25, 2016 19:23:56 GMT -6
Zach slapped his knee, guffawing. Not for particular reason; he just felt all good and bubbly inside. The tall mage almost wished that the night wouldn't end and the bottle wouldn't empty. Pretty soon they'd be packed up like good little soldiers and headed off to war. That would mean the aches that came with travel. The pains that came with battle. The bruises from his home visit still pulled at his sides, despite being numbed by alcohol. Zacharia knew he wasn't ready for another fight. And yet... The mage turned to the swordsman's smiling, bearded face. Zach wasn't the only one fighting this war. People with far more at stake than he did were out doing their rounds every day. And they were the ones on the front lines.
Of course, none of that breathtaking revelation struck him as important to remember in his stupor. He was just happy his friend was having a good time too.
"It's arright. I didn't know my ma much neither. She used to write to me, though, so I gess it's a bit diffrent like that. An' I don't remember papa, I think. I remember these big lyun statchews what used to be around where he lived, though. Used to play with those all the time, like I was king of them, hahaha!" The mage twirled around a stray blue lock with his non-drinking hand. "Ooh! I got 'n ideer for ya. What if... after all this warrin' business is over, I take you to meet my mom, and she can be yours too! Howsabout it, eh? Hm?? ............No, no, that wouldn'ta work. She's my mother, not yers. Aw... Well, if you've got any ideas, you can hit me with 'em."
Switching from his hair to his chin, Zach stroked it thoughtfully. He didn't remember his father, and Selibas wanted to kill his, the silly man. His mother was with the Loyalists at the moment, and couldn't be both of theirs' mom regardless. Hmm...
After moments of palpable silence between the two, Zach's hand shot up in the air. "Oh! Oh! Me! Me; pick me! I've got an ider. You'll love it." The boy lifted himself from the bed, taking a wide stance in front of the mercenary. "Howziebout... instedd of you comin' after MY mom, we go after YOURS. Togetherr!!" The mage spread his arms open wide and looked to the ceiling. "It'll be great! You 'n me... mommahuntin'! There ain't many moms around these days what can shoot fire n' ice n' have green hair. Sounds good, right? Whaddya think? We could start the serch after all this war nonsense is said and done."
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Aug 20, 2016 15:46:54 GMT -6
""It's arright. I didn't know my ma much neither. She used to write to me, though, so I gess it's a bit diffrent like that. An' I don't remember papa, I think. I remember these big lyun statchews what used to be around where he lived, though. Used to play with those all the time, like I was king of them, hahaha! Ooh! I got 'n ideer for ya. What if... after all this warrin' business is over, I take you to meet my mom, and she can be yours too! Howsabout it, eh? Hm?? ............No, no, that wouldn'ta work. She's my mother, not yers. Aw... Well, if you've got any ideas, you can hit me with 'em." Selibas smiled at the little mage's slurred. He wasn't exactly little, he was a head and a half taller than Selibas at least, but he was much thinner than the short Sacaen. Who was the smaller man, the one who couldn't reach something the other could, or the one who could be lifted by the other with ease?
"No that's alright. I've made it a long time without a mmmother, I don't need to borrow someone elses." Selibas allowed his spinning head to roll back for a moment, and he closed his eyes to keep himself from growing too dizzy. His hair flopped about again, but luckily it stayed out of his eyes. Though they were closed, they couldn't have blocked any vision he was ignoring. He opened them again when Zacharia began to discuss coming with the Little Wolf to find his mother.
Resting his hands on his knees, and looking to his weapons, sky father he had a lot of them, he smiled again. "We can't just go around knockin' on doors askin' if anybody's seen a Sacae woman my height throwing fire around and freezin' stuff. I really don't know anythinnn' about her besides that. I wish I just had a name. I'd give up a lot fer her name." Selibas looked down. The lines that separated the stones of the floor were started to move it looked like. He stood up, the height disparity between the two very apparent. "What does the world hold for Zach after the Rebellion is over?"
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Sept 25, 2016 14:26:37 GMT -6
"Phew." The boy's arms limply flopped to his sides, maintaining his pose quickly becoming a war of attrition. With that and the floor moving beneath him, maybe standing upright wasn't the best idea after all. "We kent? Daw, c'mon, Shelibas. 'Dats jusht the liquer in ya talkin'. It's ain't like there's many mid thirties, green-haired green-ayed Anima magicky shootin' heroines out there these daysh. Shirly there's shomeone out there 'oo knows your mum." Despite his smile, Selibas didn't seem too keen on the idea, Gaea knows why. Maybe he was just shy? He'd be shy too if he reunited with his mother after so many years. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been the plan. It was practically foolproof! Zacharia was a tactician, after all.
"Godsh, yer so drunk yer probl'y not thinkin' straight. Have a lick 'a faith in me! We can start in the plainsh. Next, the mountains up north. 'Ken even go all the way to Etr'ia if we have tuh. What'ver it takesh. You've already given me sho much, jes' by letting me tag along wit' you an' Cyr'l way back when. 'Sh is the least I ken do for you... friend." In an awkward moment of clarity for Zacharia the boy stepped away, stumbling over the platter and mugs left on the floor. "W-Well," he glanced away, twiddling his index fingers. "You don't hafta go along 'with it. 'S just an idea."
Right on the heels of that last hard question, Selibas pounded him with another one: What did the world hold for Zach?
He scratched his chin for several moments, but came up with only a staggering shrug.
Truth be told, he'd thought about it more than he cared to admit. Bern had always been his home, but his true home, his home with Boryn and Khayri and the letters from Mother and the scholars always studying and the libraries that always smelled of ancient history and all the nostalgic memories... It was gone. Forever. The idea of his "home" in the Rebellion just didn't appeal like it used to either. At first, it felt like he had been fighting for a noble cause and patriotism and friendship-- all that storybook nonsense. But as he matured and gained a hold on his emotions over the years, the boy had been thinking more and more that he'd just been letting off his anger against a convenient target. There was never any reason for him to be out here. He just wasn't cut out for the life of war. Both Bern's battlefields and its politics had no place for an uncertain man like him. They never did. Once he came to that conclusion, it felt like the idea of "home" had finally slipped away from his grasp, never to be seen again.
So, again, what did the world hold for Zach?
The boy returned Selibas' smile. "Dawno." It was clear as day on Zach's face that he knew more than he was letting on, but it wasn't something he'd let the man push. Even in his mild stupor, Zacharia knew he'd said enough for one night. He didn't want his friend to worry about him and possibly weaken his blade, least of all right before the big march. He'd be fine on his own.
Still, he couldn't shake the dreadful feeling clogging the air around him.
"...Y'know what, gimme that!" he barked, yanking the bottle away from the Sacaen. Before his brilliant heist could be completed, the floor seemed to give way beneath him while he escaped. He was on his butt, chuckling and looking up at Selibas. "Oh. Figyursh, darn thing'sh near empty. 'Ere," he offered before thrusting the brandy back into the Wolf's hands. "Yew ken take what's left. Next time we do thish sort of thing, r'mind me to bring a spare bo'tle."
Brushing the dust off of his pants, he retrieved his spellbook from its resting place. "Whell, think I oughta be 'eadin' out shoon. Big day tomorrow 'an all. Don't wanna shpend it too hungover, hyeheheh. Thanksh for chattin', yew've giv'n me a lot ta chew on. Yew take care of yourshelf now, friend. And... thanks."
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Nov 14, 2016 9:43:24 GMT -6
When the tall shaman answered Selibas' question on the future, Selibas wasn't sure if he believed him. However, it was a baseless hunch, and without any evidence Selibas wouldn't question him. If that much brandy couldn't wrench the answer out of his tall friend, Selibas doubted his efforts would be much use. So he simply let it slide, even when Zacharia tore the bottle from his hand.
However when the man landed on his ass, Selibas burst out laughing. The short Khan laughed until almost every wound he'd ever received ached and burnt. His eyes welled with tears, and he was short of breath by the time he stopped. Once he'd regained his breath, and taken the brandy from Zacharia where he sat on the floor, the short Khan burst out laughing again, not as hard, but still a better laugh than the heartiest of chuckles. When that bout of a brouhaha was finished, he attempted to finish the liquor, but a bit of a laugh was still caught in his throat, and it caused a cough that burnt his throat and forced up a bit of the liquor. His throat burned, even as Selibas forced the liquor back down. He slapped himself on the chest, then smiled at his friend. "A second bottle sounds goood." The he helped his friend off the ground, before the shaman hurriedly assembled his belongings.
"Of course! Yer a big strategist for the man hims'lf after all. Better not try an' pass off a hangover as an excuse. Zacharia, thanks for coming to see me." Selibas clapped his friend on the back, then allowed him to leave the little room. Shuffling to the bed, Selibas fell onto it with a thud. Within moments, he was asleep. A rarity for when the small Khan used a bed.
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