Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Oct 29, 2016 14:41:43 GMT -6
A woman with an odd shade of blue hair lay a bowl of soup down before the former squire and told him that she'd cover it, and with that became his favorite person in the room. With a rushed out "Thankyousomuch I really appreciateit," he tipped the bowl and tried to drain the bowl as quickly as he could. He burned the tip of his tongue and the roof of his mouth. For about twenty seconds, the lime haired Cornwellian left his mouth opened and forced breath out of his throat with a soft, "HAAAAAAAAGH," sound. As he carried on in an attempt to cool his mouth, another man entered and asked if he was interrupting anything.
Oh, oh no. He'd forgotten to ask that. Was he becoming rude? Had everything his parents told him would happen if he stayed around bigger towns come true? A year or two ago he'd have apologized two or three times before getting through the door. Now he just barged in and demanded food? Taking soup out of the mouths of strangers? That's awful. He'd need to work on minding his ps and qs the way he had in his youth. In his youth. He was... how old was he? Damn.
After the people at the table spoke something Cen couldn't hear with the man who'd entered and one up-ed Cen's etiquette, there seemed to be some commotion outside, and the people left in the tavern quickly exited. Sheepishly, Cen followed them, and listened from just outside the tavern door. Oh. These people needed help. That's why he'd stopped here then.
The blonde woman called for the villagers to stay and fight, and the man who'd entered the tavern, armed and donning armor which Cen hadn't taken note of before, introduced himself as Kelvin Calderon, a Dragon General. Cen was struck in his place as the crowd dispersed and many returned to the inside of the tavern. His protection would seem like some kind of joke once offered now, Cen son of Cedidale of Cornwell, rancher and disgraced gladiator. Still, he couldn't leave. Shaking himself free of nerves, he walked back into the Tavern and straight up to the brunette man. He extended his hand, "Hello, I'm Cen son of Cedidale, from Cornwell. I'll do whatever ah can to keep these people safe."
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Post by Ilheod on Nov 8, 2016 20:49:15 GMT -6
He hadn't gotten far when he saw Kelvin walking amidst the crowd that Ilheod now stood in the back of, out of sight mostly and leaning against the wall of a building. Astraeus was still patiently waiting near the original point he was going to enter, but knew better and was disciplined enough to remain put. The ornately armored Dragon General leaned against the wall with his back firmly squared to it and eased his one open eye closed so he could listen better and focus on the womans plight. Or perhaps it was better stated as the towns plight, addressed by the woman. Though, when Kelvin took the spotlight, Ilheod managed to open his one good eye again; the other still obscured by his eye patch. The man looked the part, as usual. Though he was hardly one to observe such, now adorned in fine armor opposed to his gargoyle bone armor. That he would save for a special occasion.
Though short, Kelvin's rallying speech got the otherwise helpless defenders ready to charge at a moments notice. Realistically a terrible idea, but still good that he'd rallied them so. A small grin even slid itself onto Ilheod's features, the older commander etching out a semblance of a smile for the sake of the small town. As expected of the people of Bern. They had heart. Though he wished he could've flown off to acquire help, he had a feeling that he'd be more needed here. If what they'd said or implied was true, the danger would strike before he could return. Which was a dangerous gamble when things were so constrained.
The crowd broke down and began to go separate paths soon enough. Most to prepare. Some to hide. Ilheod moved as well, though his armor came down with heavy thuds of footsteps upon wooden boards as he stepped into the tavern Kelvin had just entered not a few minutes ago. Still holding his helmet at his hip with one hand, the aging commander entered the tavern before speaking abruptly. His tone a bit more light hearted than the situation called, but addressed directly towards Kelvin as Ilheod flashed a faint grin. Though his crimson eye was masked by the black eye patch with golden trim, Ilheod could see him suarely with the other.
"It seems that the war has not truly ended yet in some parts of Bern. Think there's room for more than one Dragon General here? I can't have the younger lads out-doing me just yet."
His musings belittled any contribution he might bring to the defense, but he knew all too well just how desperately they were going to want any hands on deck that could be spared. Ilheod's spear, which was still fastened to his back, threatened to touch the ceiling because of it's length, but he seemed confident enough to keep one hand casually pinning his helmet to his hip.
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Riviera
Pupil
"I hate idiots and weaklings..."
Posts: 66
Profession: Self-proclaimed genius, heir, student
Affiliation: Etruria Nobility, Royal Magic Academy
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Riviera on Nov 15, 2016 15:32:43 GMT -6
Riviera quietly entered the tavern to follow Kelvin. The mage was at lost. She had done unnecessary thing and now it was difficult to not participate in whatever these people would hold. Anyway, the things would get serious in two hours or more so she probably should use the short time to relax a bit. Riviera was confused. It wasn't like her to lose her cool and bring more trouble to herself. Addressing and riling the villagers weren't really a problem for her, a fruit of how hard she had been taught about making speech and controlling masses, but the result was quite...unfavorable. It seemed she had thrown herself to danger. Despite having a definitely strong Dragon General here, she doubted a single knight would bring much difference. Sure, he would probably bring down twenty or more enemies before got overwhelmed in the end but it still wasn't a good solution to the main issue here.
A long sigh escaped as Riviera made her way to the table next to Kelvin, preferring to have a table all for herself. Kinda childish but she needed some space under this...heavy pressure. Her cerulean eyes followed the movement of the warrior-waitress, guessing that she wasn't an ordinary waitress. Well, the blue-haired woman might be some kind of ex-soldier working part time here. That wasn't too odd compared to an Etrurian noblewoman traveling alone in Bern. "I think it is a good suggestion. It might be wiser to move to bigger place...probably outside if too many people will come to listen to what you are going to say, sir." Agreeing with Aria, Riviera decided to speak to Kelvin for the first time. It was a bit intimidating to do. The man wasn't an ordinary knight but someone who held power and status in this recently reborn country. Riviera then turned to Aria. "Aria, isn't it? If it isn't too much, I would like to order a cup of tea..." Yes, water. For some reason the blonde mage was feeling a bit stressed. A tea would help although she couldn't expect a tavern in remote village like this have high-quality tea.
A young man soon approached, addressing Kelvin and introducing himself while claiming to protect the village. He said he was a Cornwell? Hmm...Riviera got a feeling that she had heard the name somewhere. Maybe a renowned family, a state, or something...she simply couldn't remember. From the way he behaved and dressed, the man was probably a knight or at least someone with knight upbringing. "That's a honorable claim. I hope you truly mean it, sir Cen," she remarked. For the time being she would use polite tone to address the young knight, guessing that he was a knight from Lycia, Bern, or somewhere else.
When Ilheod finally joined the group, Riviera couldn't believe her eyes. It was too good for a coincidence. This wasn't a story from a novel. Heroes shouldn't normally appeared in the right time and right time. Alright, it made her sound skeptical. The point was...no matter how she liked those heroic tales, Riviera didn't hope it would apply to the real life. Feeling a bit nervous, the Etrurian noble brought up her hood again. There wasn't really any point in hiding her face but she felt safer by doing this, especially when there was two men with intimidating presence standing near her. Peeking from under the hood, she stole a glance at Ilheod and finally got a clear look of his face. He seemed like a seasoned warrior and a matured man, that bang looked nice on him as well. "I apologize if my question sounds a bit foolish but are you two here by coincidence, sir? Because I can't hardly believe two Dragon Generals show up conveniently like this," the mage said, speaking her mind. "Ah...not that I am protesting but this simply comes as a surprise," she added.
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Aria
Wyvern Rider
Chewy's Caretaker
Posts: 190
Bern Fame: 1
Profession: Wyvern Rider
Affinity: Anima
Profile: Aria's Profile
OoC Alias: Twilightfairy
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Post by Aria on Dec 2, 2016 20:20:55 GMT -6
"Yes, m'lady one cup of tea coming up." Part of her was grateful that Riviera had ordered something. It gave her an excuse to run back to the counter and soothe her nerves. Not just one newly appointed dragon general was here but two. Frikken two! What were the odds of that happening? Gods be damned! Two generals! Really? Of all things!? The sky haired rider thought to herself. She couldn't believe it. But, she had to, because it was happening! This.. all of this was clearly a sign from a higher power. A trial of the Saint. There was no way this all had to be some sort of coincidence. This was fate, destiny, whatever, it was telling her to go back. She'd have to go back. She'd have to go back to the life of the guard, to a life of a solider, a life of danger for both her and her wyvern. She mentally cursed.
The rider didn't let her emotions cloud her actions though. The customer wanted some tea and she was obliged to give it to her. Perhaps this all wouldn't have happened if she hadn't gone ahead and grabbed the broom to save her. She shook her head. No, this was not the time for that sort of thinking. Focus on the duties of a waitress Aria. Just make the damn tea. And she did. The tea they had here was of a poor quality yes. But, she spiced it up a bit with a small bit of apple cider and cinnamon in order to bring out what little flavor the brown water had. She returned to the table and delivered the drink to Riviera. She glanced at the second rider for a moment. She felt like she had seen that particular set of armor before, but she couldn't place where, or when.
Aria stepped away for a moment to glance out the window. The dragon general's wyvern was outside, sitting in place like a good boy. Aria could tell it was a male wyvern at glance. And he was a big one too. A nice mature looking wyvern that had seen more then it's fair share of battles. A grizzled and hardy thing. She smiled softly while looking at it.
"Whew, what a handsome devil that wyvern is and so well behaved. He's a biggun too. Probably, got it from his daddy." She hadn't realized she was talking out loud. Or that her rancher accent was slipping.
"Sure, wish mine would sit still like that." She sighed softly. I should probably check up on her in a few. and returned to the table.
"Excuse me, will there be anythin else?"
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Assuming thread is dead. Aria excuses herself out.
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