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Post by Shara Tiinedra on Apr 2, 2016 23:48:24 GMT -6
Snow. It was the manakete's first time witnessing the phenomena. Oh, she had been aware of it's existence for about two centuries, but Nabata was very much lacking in the crystalized water department. Simple liquid water was hard enough to come by in the desert, save for the odd oasis and river. Yet in such a small, sleepy village, not even terribly deep into northern Ilia...there was snow everywhere.
Even Shara had to admire the beauty of the snowy mountains on the horizon. The snow-covered rooftops and fields, too, were exquisite. "In Ilia all things wind up buried beneath the snow...including secrets."
Shara's stay in Sacae had been interesting and at least somewhat fruitful. However the trip had taught her a lesson on journeying alone: she needed to be properly stocked. If she couldn't depend on carriages or the horses of others she would at least need to be able to plan her food and water accordingly. She was successful, and reached her destination without much of an issue. Such a tired, dull village...but it was only a stop along the path to her true destination.
The frozen caves to the north, where supposedly a small cult of ice mages met their end, leaving behind their tomes and secrets. A treacherous journey to make, though not so dangerous for one born of fire such as herself. However the rest of Elibe was better off not knowing that, and so she needed to at least act like a normal human setting up an expedition. Anything to help prevent her from having to transform, for any given reason...
"Is this good, miss?" Shara glanced to the man beside her, hammer in hand as he gestured to a flyer he had just nailed. The benefits of having an attractive human body: people were willing to do things for you. Shara had been setting the flyers out for the past day or so, but the better part of that day this man...er, his name escaped her...this man offered to help, eyes wandering every second he spent looking at her. Shara examined the flyer, which simply read "Adventurers, scholars, and mercenariess wanted. Meet at the Frostberry Inn". Enigmatic, but it ought to do the trick.
"Yes, good sir. Thank you for the assistance." Shara didn't spare the man so much as a second glance or thought. Kind man, yes, but his kindness was not unique. His hidden motives were obvious as well, and she'd been subject to similar before. He wasn't worth any more time than she already gave him.
Instead the dragoness made her way to the Frostberry Inn, pulling out a chair at an empty table and letting out a sigh of relief. Now she would have to wait. Not that there was much else to do in such a village anyway.
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 7, 2016 13:43:38 GMT -6
Samantha was making her way towards a small Ilian village. She almost absentmindedly conjured a fireball in her hand. Her mastery over this simply control over fire had long since happened. No longer were the days that saw her exhausted by simply making a fireball. More advanced forms of fire magic still eluded her, but she would get there in time.
Unfortunately, her studies in other forms of magic were taking longer than she wished. Sam had determined that her next goal would be to gain control over the ice and snow of her homeland. However, that was a far reach from where she was now. First, she had to figure out how to use the three types of anima magic in hopes of combining them for something stronger. She had fire down, somewhat anyways. Wind and electricity continued to elude her, though.
Focusing her mind, Sam tried to summon lightning. A few sparks jumped from her fingers, but that was it. It was something, but nothing close to an effective use of it. Her attempt at wind magic was even weaker. In fact, she wasn't even sure if the small amount of wind she felt was from her or nature.
As she entered the town, Samantha did away with her magic. No need to make any one think she was there to cause harm or damage. She had hoped to find something to further her abilities in this area, as she had learned in her studies that this area had once been home to several ice mages. Then again, most of Ilia had rumors like that, so it could be completely off base. Before she could find out if this town had some sort of library, a flyer caught her eye. It called for adventurers, scholars, and mercenaries to meet at the Frostberry Inn. She was clearly no mercenary, but most definitely a scholar and something of an adventurer. Maybe she could find something there to help her journey. So, Samantha made her way towards the Inn and made her way inside.
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Post by Shara Tiinedra on Apr 10, 2016 11:28:03 GMT -6
Time ticked away and yet nobody of note seemed to show at the inn. Not horribly surprising, Shara had only just finished having the signs put up. It just left her horribly bored. Studying the interior of the inn was not exactly worth her time or effort. Instead she gently tapped her fingers against the table that she sat at, dissecting every single person that entered the inn and absorbing whatever information she could from them.
"Let's see...hard labour. A miner, perhaps. Blackened gloves to prove it." Shara thought to herself as she idly eyed the latest man to enter the inn. "Has a wife and...several kids. Loves them, of course, but is still going to have a drink for every single one of them this afternoon before actually going home to them." Boring. Predictable. Useless. There were thousands upon thousands of men and women just like him littered across Elibe. He might argue that not all of them are Ilian, but the fact of the matter was that humans seemed to place a lot of stock in self-separation. Everything and everyone had to be varying degrees of different from themselves.
Shara didn't finish the thought and instead focused on the next person to enter the inn. A young woman, dressed in a cloak and robes, with striking blue hair. First glance the only thing that separated her from the others was that she was at least a beauty of note, but that meant little to Shara. Her style of dress, however, screamed magus. A student of magic. Elibe's mages seemed to have a sort of wardrobe criteria they had to meet else they might not qualify for the status of "mage".
Of course, she was just speculating, perhaps even projecting. The only way she'd know for certain was if she asked the young woman herself. So Shara stood up and moved on over to her, to do just that. "Excuse me, miss. You wouldn't happen to be here because of a few signs around the village, would you?"
Or rather, priorities. Whether or not she was a mage would come second to what brought her to the inn.
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 13, 2016 16:56:14 GMT -6
Samantha stepped into the Inn and looked around. Before she had much of a chance to look around the majority of the inn, a woman approached her. She asked almost immediately if Sam was here from the posters, so she guessed that this was the person who had posted them. She gave a polite nod. "Yes, Ma'am. I would never claim to any sort of mercenary. I do consider myself something of an adventurer, but more than anything I view myself as a scholar. I love knowledge. I love learning something that I didn't know the day before. It's why I travel around, in the pursuit of knowledge." Sam felt her face grow slightly red. She wasn't sure why she poured out all that information to someone she had only just met, but she just got so excited when it came to learning. She had always been like that.
She drew herself up and started over. "I'm Samantha. I don't know what you have planned, but I would like to join you if you'll have me. Especially if it include a search for knowledge." Again, she had no idea what this woman had planned. Heck, she didn't even know who this woman was. Sam didn't feel threatened or anything, though. It wasn't as though this woman would purposely put her in danger. At least, that was the vibe she got from her. She could be wrong, but she felt confident that she wasn't. And when it came to the pursuit of knowledge, the risk was worth it.
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Apr 15, 2016 14:22:31 GMT -6
Luba's eyelids fluttered dully, caught somewhere between that state of awake and asleep. The old warrior placed her thumb and finger on either side of her nose, rubbing the sleep out of the corners of her eyes. She brought the digits close together, pinching the bridge of her nose. The two fingers ran down the length of the protuberance, sliding in and out of the slight recess of her scar.
1,266. Luba was 28 at the time. She'd made a mistake. Thought the swordsman she was fighting wielded a simple steel sword. It was a lancereaver. The swordsman took a good nip out of the middle of her nose. Vanya appropriated his arm as compensation. If it hadn't been for the senior officer's intervention, Luba might not have made it out of that one.
Her fingers spread apart into an open palm as Luba stroked the full length of her face. The middle-aged woman's mouth gaped open in a soundless yawn. How long had she been asleep? She glanced out the window. The sun was still up. Couldn't have been more than six hours. Luba placed her hands against the mattress, bringing herself to a sitting position. Her joints ached a little bit, but that could be attributed to being in her fifties. She felt well-rested. Not just power nap rested, mind you. Rested like she'd spent the last two days hibernating. She couldn't have been asleep for less than four hours. Somewhere in between then.
Luba swung her legs out of bed, placing her bare feet on the wooden floor. The warmth she'd spent the last few hours generating beneath her blanket quickly abandoned her. A surge of cold shot through her feet and up her legs, but failed to elicit a response from the warrior. With a stoney facade, Luba left her place of rest and set about donning her armor and winter gear. She started with her boots. Steel-toed knee high boots with a white fur lining. Vorn works. Allegedly the fur had been harvested from an Ilian peak bear.
With a click, Luba fixed her cape's second clasp. The azure cloak trailed down, just barely reaching the back cuff of her boots. Steel-toed. Vorn works. The cape itself was a hindrance in combat, but added a layer of intimidation. A wordless aura booming: “You don't want to f**k with me.” Coupled with Memento Mori on her back and the axe, Vanya, at her hip, Luba needed little else to emphasize her presence. The ex-Ironwing strode out her room and went downstairs.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
War-boots stomped across the floor towards the Frostberry Inn's door. Two women, both young and beautiful, chatted excitably with each other. One of them was blond and wore a scarlet dress. Luba winced. The dress' gaudiness was a visual assault. Just as lethal as Vanya the Sunder, Luba surmised. ”Excuse me.” The old rider grunted, taking minimum effort to avoid a collision with the women. One of them said something about a flyer.
Gavrilova exited the temporary residence. The cold wind sapped what little heat it could from her impassive face. Luba's boots crunched softly in the snow before stopping. The seraph knight's eyes fell on a piece of parchment. She gripped it with a gloved hand, and removed it from the post.
Meet at the Frostbury Inn. It read plainly.
Luba had little need for money. She had more than enough coin in her purse. Her family on the other hand... If Etruria really had invaded, then the Gavrilova clan would soon be displaced. They'd need something to fall back on. If the adventure took her in the direction of Remi, then it would be a welcome detour.
Luba turned around and returned to the inn. Her stride unchanged, Luba entered the building and took two stomps forward. She approached the two young women and held up the parchment. ”Excuse me, ma'am. Is this yours?” Luba inquired of the gaudily dressed woman. ”Are you still recruiting?”
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Post by Shara Tiinedra on Apr 18, 2016 15:28:48 GMT -6
The young woman, Samantha, referred to herself as a scholar. A lover of knowledge. Shara couldn't help but smile and nod approvingly, as she'd often refer to herself as a scholar. And she certainly was a lover of knowledge. Shara didn't necessarily figure out whether or not the young lady really was a mage from her excited chatter, but either way she seemed quite eager to join. Perfect.
"I see. How..intriguing." Shara began once the young lady, Samantha, finished her spiel. It was time for her to make an introduction. "My name is Shara. I, too, am a lover of knowledge. I seek out new information near constantly, and would happily welcome any who seek the same."
Shara crossed her arms beneath her bust and took a breath. She didn't want the explanation of her expedition to be too lengthy, but she wanted to get it over with as soon as possible. "So, what I have planned is a-"
The blonde dragoness never got the chance to finish, however, as an older woman very rudely pushed past her and Samantha. Internally Shara hissed out a few curses from the old tongue, but outwardly she simply shot the woman's back a narrow stare. Older, yes...but she seemed strong. The woman had presence, unlike the rest of the common rabble in this sleepy town.
This was Ilia, so, likely a veteran or retired mercenary soldier. A pegasus rider. They were deadly, efficient, respected, and coveted in more ways than one. Many a drunken merc's song was about a beautiful rider they met and lusted after. The lyrics were never that good...but that was beside the point. Shara was almost upset this woman exited the inn so quickly. Had Shara had the chance to further examine her, perhaps approach her, she'd have secured another partner for this expedition...and an Ilian veteran was among the best anyone in Elibe could ask for.
Shara blinked and turned to face Samantha again. She had gotten so lost in her thoughts she had very briefly forgotten about her current comrade.
"My...apologies, truly. I sometimes get a bit distracted." Shara answered honestly before clearing her throat a touch. "As I was saying, I'm planning on mounting an expedition to the frozen caves north of this town. Apparently it is where the remnants of an old group of mages, ice specialists, met their end. However they left behind their valuables and they have, apparently, yet to be claimed. Powerful tomes, old texts, and who knows what else. I thought it worth while to investigate, but..."
Suddenly, just as she had left, the older woman from before came marching into the inn. She held up one of Shara's flyers and asked if she was recruiting. The sudden disturbance and alarming coincidence was...well, pleasant, but still stunning. Shara blinked a few times as she quickly processed this unprecedented outcome.
"Of course. Here, let us take a seat. I can go over the details with the both of you." While Shara welcomed new additions she would prefer not to be interrupted again. It was quite jarring, and more than a little irritating. Still, she moved back to the table that she was previously seated at and waited for the other two ladies to follow.
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 19, 2016 15:37:30 GMT -6
Samantha listened intently, not wanting to miss a thing. So, this woman's name was Shara and she too was a lover of knowledge. That made her even more excited. If this woman was also so keen on knowledge, it seemed promising that they would be able to gain more of it. Before she could continue, however, they were interrupted by a woman who Sam assumed was some sort of warrior. The armor and axe on her hip were a fairly obvious give away. Moving out of the woman's way as quickly as she could, the blue-haired mage had a desire not to be run over.
Once the woman had exited, Shara began again. Samantha perked up at the mention of ice mages. Perhaps the rumors she had heard were indeed true. And the possibility of an old tomb or two of theirs laying around was even more intriguing. That could finally be what Sam had been searching for; a way to control the ice and snow of the north. There was no guarantee they would find anything, nor was she sure that this Shara would allow her to study it. But it was a start.
Before Sam could even think to open her mouth to respond, the warrior woman returned holding the same flyer that has brought her here. Shara suggested that the three of them return to the table that Shara had been at previously to go over the details. Following her, Samantha sat down lightly in one of the chairs next to their potential leader and quietly waited for her to begin.
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Apr 23, 2016 18:12:20 GMT -6
Luba's sudden approach seemed to disturb the overdressed woman. Maybe it was her interruption, maybe it was her appearance. Everything, from the scars on her face to the cape on her back, was designed to intimidate, to show that she was the big dog. The woman quickly composed herself and invited both Luba and the blue-haired girl to join her at a nearby table.
That blue-haired girl... Skittish compared to the one in the red dress. Red dress had done little to avoid a collision with Luba, but blue-hair had practically jumped out of the way. She was slender and had a pair of big, open eyes. Like a deer's.
Tall too. That stood out more than anything to Luba. The old mercenary was taller than most women, standing at around five foot ten. The blue-haired woman had an inch on her for sure. Luba didn't like that. Didn't like being around women who were taller than her. But it was nothing to call attention to. Certainly nothing to dwell on.
The blue-haired woman followed red dress as the latter took a seat. It would do her well to learn the names of the two women. Luba followed suit. Her footsteps foot stomped their way over to the table, and the old woman took a seat. Luba laid her hands, folded upon each other out on the table and leaned in.
Ifs and buts raced through Luba's mind as she took her seat. 'Talia and Agata need you.','You can't waste time here.', 'You plan on going to the town ball in that, red?', 'You're burning daylight, Luba.', 'Blue needs to lose an inch of height.', etcetera, etcetera. The warrior pushed the thoughts to the side, as she had done with so many others in her years of disciplined conduct. The lady in the red dress desired her attention for the time being. And Luba intended to give it.
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Post by Shara Tiinedra on Apr 25, 2016 10:41:33 GMT -6
Both ladies had followed Shara to the table. Quietly, at that, if she didn't count the stomping of the warrior woman's metal boots. Still there were no true distractions, and she'd already taken in what information she could based on their appearances alone. So Shara clasped her hands atop the table, cleared her throat, and gave a small smile before speaking.
"As I was saying." She began, right where she left off. "I believed investigating the caves that this mages perished in would be fruitful. Allowing knowledge to disappear and go to waste is a travesty. However, as I'm sure you've imagined by now, I'm not exactly the best suited to travelling so far north. At least not alone." Shara took a moment to gather her thoughts before continuing.
"I have gold, and I can pay well. What I desire are able companions to make the journey with me. You'd receive a quarter payment now, and the full upon our return to this town." One thing Shara had learned from travelling with a mercenary company was how to get the discussion of payment over and done with as quickly as possible. Shara expected some questions as to how much she'd be paying but she decided that those questions would be addressed as they came.
"I just recently finished putting those flyers up, and so I would not like to leave today." Such a venture would be far too dangerous anyway. Within a few hours the sun would begin to set and the temperatures would become deathly cold. The cold itself was not too difficult a problem for Shara to deal with, but rather HIDING that fact was her greater concern. "Tomorrow morning would be best. The trip will not be a long one, and I truly believe if we leave early enough we can return before dusk."
With that the dragoness straightened, her eyes glancing between the two women. "Any questions?"
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 26, 2016 20:26:43 GMT -6
Samantha listened carefully as Shara talked, taking in every word. She completely agreed with what she started off with. It would be a crime if they allowed knowledge to be lost forever. She couldn't allow that to happen, especially if it involved ice magic. Sure, other mages could control ice when she couldn't, but the idea there could be new information when it came to that, she couldn't let it fade into history.
While it would be appreciated, as it could help towards future travels, Sam didn't focus on the money. Money was not her focus, knowledge was. If that lead to money, that would be lovely. If not, she could live with that. She understood that most people didn't feel the same way. In fact, the soldier sitting near here was probably here just for the money, if she had to guess, and Sam couldn't blame her. You needed money, but that wasn't what she found important.
As Shara finished up, Samantha mentally agreed that tomorrow would be a much better time to start. It would allow for any other people who wanted to sign onto their little group to do so, as well as give them better conditions to get to where they needed to go. Well, maybe not better, but in theory there would at least be more light and slightly higher temperatures. When the woman asked if they had any questions, Sam voiced in her soft voice the question she had been wondering. "If we do find the remnants we'll be looking for, what do you plan to do with them? Studying ice magic has always been a dream of mine, so I wondered if perhaps I'd be able to at least study from any tombs we find, however briefly?"
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Apr 26, 2016 21:32:49 GMT -6
Luba quietly agreed with the potential employer's sentiment. Working with the Pale Compass for the better part of a decade had given her a certain appreciation of culture and knowledge.
”I have a few concerns.” The old warrior brought her hands to her face, so that her nose rested over a set of gloved knuckles.
”To be clear. You believe this adventure will take a day at most if we leave by dawn, or earlier, tomorrow? Or have I misunderstood and will this be one of many expeditions?” A whole day itself was nearly too much for Luba to sacrifice. On top of that, the plan was for the expedition to return to the village afterwards, resulting in a net progress of nothing in the direction of Remi. ”You should know, time constraints are a major factor on my end. I can lend you my skills for tomorrow but, unless we are heading west, that is all.” Luba was conflicted. Should she forgo the job, risking financial problems for her family in the long-term? Or should she accept the job, and risk 'being alive' problems for her family in the short-term?
”Not to sound rude, but how well?” The old warrior had noticed the woman dancing around a specific number. ”I've spent the better two thirds of my life serving as a pegasus knight, you see. My time and services are quite valuable. In a more formal setting my fee might be twice, even three times as much, as what you plan to pay this woman here.” She gestured at the tall mage. ”No offense.” Luba drew one hand back so that it rested on her chair, and lowered the other so it could drum its' fingers on the table.
”All of this to say that, if you need the best in mercenary protection, then I am the woman to hire. That said, allow me to give you my position. I have no interest in doing this job for anything less than 800 gold.” High balling. Luba didn't expect to make 800 off of the job. The woman in the red dress was too shrewd to give into that number. She'd probably try to argue Luba down to 500, something more reasonable. 500 would still be a welcome safety net for her displaced family.
The old warrior paused. A realization dawned on her. ”Unless of course you're willing to part with some of the books we find. I, myself, hail from an adventurer's guild. My people would be very interested in obtaining such texts.” Not something that would benefit her family, truly, but if Luba was going to do the job perhaps she could get something out of it on her guild's end. Luba was surprised that the knowledge-loving tall woman had not attempted a similar technique. A cursory glance of the text might prove fruitful, but ownership of one of the tomes would be far more beneficial. Perhaps the woman simply had little business experience.
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Post by Shara Tiinedra on Apr 27, 2016 11:59:07 GMT -6
Of course both of her companions had questions. That was good: asking questions was a sign of intelligence. She wasn't hiring incompetent nitwits. Samantha's question was shorter, simpler, and thus Shara decided to address it first. The girl was indeed a magus and had a particular interest in ice magic. Shara's "disguise" was that of a...what did she call it? Yes, a "mage advocate", a term she invented to describe her interest in magic without actually being a practitioner. Of course, this meant that while she had no qualms parting with any gold, she was far more stingy about parting with any potential findings.
That said even Shara knew it would be a shame to hoard any tomes for herself. It was better that the be claimed by someone who could actually make use of them. So Shara shot a small smile towards Samantha as she conjured her reply. "We can work out an arrangement. I would like to see the tomes. Read them over myself, but I'm more interested in research notes and the like. You can keep any usable tomes that you find, just let me take a look at them first. We'll figure out your monetary payment before we depart."
There. Simple. The older woman was next, now. She was concerned about payment. 800...it seemed like she was high-balling there. Almost a thousand for a single day expedition? Please, either she was arrogant or in desperate need of the gold. She also made some small deal about taking some of their findings for herself, in exchange for a reduced price. Shara narrowed her eyes. No, that would not do. Luckily for Shara: she could do to part with that much. Samantha had mentioned little interest in earning gold, so she could give the girl a minimum payment alongside any usable tomes.
"800? Very well. You will receive 200 before we depart, and the remainder upon our safe return. All findings beyond magical tomes are to be kept by me, however." It wasn't a matter she'd leave up for debate. "As for your...directional requirements: we'll be headed northwest. Does that qualify?"
Just to be sure she didn't wind up a victim of attempted robbery, though, Shara would have to be sure to leave her gold behind for this trip. The woman revealed herself to be a pegasus knight which, while incredulously predictable and dull, did mean she wasn't to be taken lightly. Ilians Pegasus Knights were highly regarded across all of Elibe, Shara reminded herself. They were, however, known for their respect and loyalty once they'd been bought.
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 27, 2016 21:46:41 GMT -6
Samantha listened quietly as the soldier went over her list of questions. Internally, she suddenly felt somewhat foolish. While she had only asked her one question about the tombs, which admittedly was the most important thing to her, clearly there were other questions that she should have asked as well. This soldier clearly had been through something like this before and knew what questions to ask. Sam decided not to dwell on this, however, and instead to use it as a teaching moment. Now, she knew what might be good questions to ask if she was ever in this type of situation again.
When Shara began to answer their questions, she had to admit that she pleased that Shara addressed her first. Not because the order mattered, but it would have taken longer to get an answer had she answered all the soldier's queries first. So, she would be allowed to take the tomes as long as Shara was able to study them and take notes first. Fantastic. She had to admit, she would be nervous to handle anything so valuable and old. The payoff would be worth it, however. And as long as she was able to use them to master the ice magic she sought, she would be more than happy to later donate the tomes so a library so that others could study them as well. The blue haired mage gave the woman in red a nod. "That sounds more than fair." Samantha swelled inside. New knowledge was within her reach. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.
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Post by Luba Gavrilova on Apr 29, 2016 9:46:04 GMT -6
… Sh*t. The swear almost slipped out of Luba's mouth. She should have started at a higher number. Luba had expected the Red woman to haggle, at least a little bit, with her. She had the mannerisms of an experienced business woman. She spoke well, dressed well(if not too well), and maintained an air of professionalism. The old warrior was more than a little puzzled by her compliance. What puzzled Luba further was that Red was willing to let Blue keep some of their findings in exchange for... nothing. Blue had made no attempts at haggling. Just a polite request. And Red agreed to it. An abundantly charitable sign of altruism on her part. Luba couldn't begin to understand the workings of Red's mind and why she was willing to let Blue, but not Luba, keep some of the tomes. But 800 gold was 800 gold. Even without the books, Luba had been offered a generous settlement, and she was not the type to pass it. And, despite defying Luba's preconceptions, Red had given the pegasus knight no reason to suspect that she would not go through with her end of the bargain. Shame the Pale Compass wouldn't be seeing those books, though. (Cue: "They Call Her Ironwings.") ”I see.” Luba started, still thrown off by red's compliance. ”Very well. The deal is struck. My weapons, my steed, and my self are yours for the time being.” Luba sat up straight, placing her hands, palms facing down, on the table. ”I suppose an introduction is in order, then. Luba Gavrilova. Seraph Knight at your service. So long as I am in your employ, no harm shall befall you." One of the old warrior's hands reached forward in an open grip, ready for a handshake from Luba's new employer. "And you would be?”After receiving Shara's response, the old warrior turned to Blue. ”And you?”
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Post by Shara Tiinedra on Apr 29, 2016 18:43:26 GMT -6
"Good, it seems we are in agreement." Shara expressed with a small smile, satisfied that business seemed to be taken care of. The older woman had introduced herself. Her name was Luba Gavrilova, and she called himself a Seraph Knight. Interesting title: Shara had never once heard of it before. She extended a hand and shook it firmly, her eyes glinting as she made eye contact.
"Well met Luba. My name..." She made sure to look at Samantha as well, introduce herself to both of them. She had failed to give a full and proper introduction to Samantha the first time. "-is Shara Tiinedra. Just a simple woman in the pursuit of lost and or hidden knowledge. I thank you both in advance for your service." Seemed like a fair greeting, one that a woman of her apparently perceived caliber might give. Shara focused on Luba once again, "Seraph Knight, you say? I'll have a few questions about that. I've never heard of such a title before."
Shara then shifted her focus to Samantha. The girl had already introduced herself to Shara, but that didn't mean the dragoness had no other questions for her. "And you will have to tell me about your study of magecraft. I had you pegged for a mage at first sight, but I'm quite content that my instinct had been accurate." Holding a proper conversation with both ladies about their respective professions would be difficult to manage simultaneously. It would likely just frustrate Shara to have to intake all of that information from two separate sources about two separate topics. There would be time to hear them both out.
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