Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jan 2, 2017 15:42:12 GMT -6
As the little men made a shield wall, Perun was tempted to throw his head back and laugh. War in his valley was fought first at the shield wall, and to the giant their meek little wall was the funniest jape he'd seen in some time. The giant could have torn them apart himself, and in fact if they moved on him, he'd do just that. As the old guard began to hurl insults towards his friends, Perun began to flex as he took in a deep breath. Let them come, he'd yell at them in their own tongue and scare the hell out of them. Or he could simply give them a massive roar. He'd improvise as it came.
However, instead of any blows, the gate was open and a little knight rode out, reprimanding the halberdier before riding off and allowing the group to enter. As they passed through, Duma's anger was clear, but Perun didn't vocalize anything. He walked right into the halberdier's space, and squatted a bit, so that his nose was inches from the other man's, then he straightened and walked into the town. Yes Duno-ven. Iz being a twat." Perun had no clue what a twat was, but it sounded like an insult.
Rolling his shoulders back, Perun looked around the broad town. It looked nice considering this was the middle of monster country. He then followed Donovan who was talking to a young woman. "Yes, or just where is smithy." Perun scratched behind the ear, but then let his lips spread into a soft smile to try and soften his face to make him look less scary. People were inclined to be nicer and more helpful when he was less frightening.
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Post by Remus on Jan 10, 2017 9:51:10 GMT -6
As the priest guided Dragon-Hero-Horse through the path and into the central entrance of the town, he slowed the steed to a halt so he could get a better look at the town around them. Amelia's tiny head popping up over his shoulder in vested curiosity as she'd fully roused and departed from her fort of crates. Owain was not far behind her to mirror this action on the other side. Though Remus had seen larger towns, Amelia and Owain's experience beyond the sleepy orphanage was the small town near it. The large walled off Timberdale and multi-floor buildings and structured layout was new to them. Perhaps one of the few instances of Etrurians not knowing what a big town was like, and finding that experience in Lycia. Duma, Perun, and Donovan had already started moving to speak while the priest gazed around. Perhaps some faint hope had rest in him that they'd simply see Thomas upon entering. Though realism and reality were the same in this moment, for they did not.
Turning to the right he noticed a sizable opening between segments of chest height stone wall, and the surrounding stables around it. Likely that would be where they could unload their wagon. The faint softness of the womans voice caught his attention when she spoke to Donovan and Perun. The girl was clasping a jug of water between her arms and looked between the trio of men who had left the wagon before gesturing with her head as if to point, arms being full as they were.
"Well I don't know about no Thomas, sirs, but the smithy's right over there."
A few yards from the entrance to the stables, nestled into a tower series of connected buildings was a shop with an anvil sign hanging down from it that simply read Sten an' son Smithy. However as the girl finished gesturing, she continued, seeming to pick up on the long haired swordsman's comment.
"If your looking for a place to stay, the wrafton's Inn is your best chance."
The girl nodded her head towards the groups left where a large length of building stretched. A series of rooms along the upper and lower floors was visible from the sheer volume of windows before she examined the group for a minute longer while slowly starting to move once more, as if to resume her chore.
"If your new to town, the inn has maps. You can find more there!"
With that, the girl shuffled away.
Remus, still sitting at the head of the wagon spoke up while suddenly speaking from a struggled tone. As if under some great duress. Any glance from his friends would reveal him struggling to restrain Amelia who was attempting to leap from the top of the wagon to the ground. The girl's excitement at the prospect of finding Thomas now fully settling in, and no force on Elibe able to fully restrain her indefinitely. Even the scouring Heroes would've met their match in the feisty seven year old girl.
"Well. We need get the horse to a stable, and un-hitch the wagon. Ngh. Amelia stand sti-"
"THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSS"
Aside from ringing ears, the priest huffed and placed a hand on the tiny girls head to slowly push her back into the wagon. As if trying to stuff a jack back in it's box. At this point, the priest was hoping she would've stayed asleep. Not that such dreams ever came true. He continued on after a moment of temporarily and briefly subduing the beast.
"I know we'll need to procure rooms at the inn most likely. So really, maybe it's best if we do that before going to the smithy? As much as I want to find Thomas, if we get those done first then we can focus on finding him."
There was a stifled giggle before Remus had to turn his attention back to Amelia after lifting his hand at her attempt to lick it, his recoil at the attempt enough space for her to try and break free again. Owain was still sitting on one of the crates while looking around the town, presumably for Thomas.
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Post by Donovan on Jan 10, 2017 18:26:41 GMT -6
The Silver Tongued mercenary was disappointed that the woman didn’t know Thomas but for, likely, different reasons than the blue haired priest and the pair of orphans that followed him in tow. After all, Donovan didn’t know the runaway child from bumpkin and, frankly, only really cared about finishing this job. They’d all been on the road with one another for a long while yet, and he felt it was time for Perun and he to stretch their legs and see some more of the world again.
As the townswomen shuffled away, Donovan couldn’t help but notice the meek, but oddly hungry look she gave the Giant, and he clapped his friend on the back while laughing. “Looks like you have an admirer, Big Guy.” After a screech from Amelia and Remus trying to hold the girl back from running straight to the smithy, Donovan shook his head in disbelief. “Preacher. We will handle the wagon and the horse. Go find your boy and meet us at the Inn. I can get you a better deal anyway. You’re much too nice. Always overpay.” And with that, the Silver Tongue picked Owain up from the arm pits, put him on the ground started to lead Dragon Hero Horse toward where the Giant infatuated woman had said the inn was.
After a couple of hours of the muscle of the group unpacking, storing the horse and the wagon, and some very heated haggling over the price Remus would have to pay for the lot of them staying in the inn, Donovan felt very satisfied with himself. Between the town not getting enough visitors and the group of them having such a sob story that the Mercenary may or may not have played up endlessly, Donovan was able to get a deal twice as good as any the priest had ever gotten. Being nice pays well, being a liar pays double.
With a map in tow, Donovan was able to navigate around the temple and past what looked to be a Siege Weapon storage facility (though why any town would have ballista or catapults was beyond him). Timberdale had to be the single most war hawkish small town he’d ever been to with their exceptionally hostile guards and their enormous gate and walls. He couldn’t think of any reason beyond it being just about the way of Laus to be concerned with little more than their military and militia. The whole territory had always been a little bloodlust inclined. With time to spare, he found his way to the Bathhouse, where a feeling of absolute serenity and gratitude washed over him. With the old sword on his hip, he moved through the arched gate and into the rather nice courtyard of the public baths.
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Post by Duma on Jan 17, 2017 8:02:10 GMT -6
Donovan worked some sort of magic with that mouth of his. He managed to get directions to the smithy and the inn. Two key places they needed to get too. He missed how the woman saw Perun but judging from Donny's reaction it must have been good. Right. Well first order of business was to make arrangements at the inn. Donny was most suited for that job. With lodging secured Duma and co went ahead and started unpacking the wagon.
Duma took a moment to secure the horse. The Amelia dubbed dragon hero horse had been a vital member of this little expedition. And now that it's journey was nearing the end he felt the need to pamper it a bit. Now while he was a terrible rider he did know how to care for horses. He didn't spend his time in the plains just studying the way of the sword. He learned from many tribes the subtle intricacies of horse care. A farriers bag had been provided to him and he was going to use it. He might as well get most of the dirty work out of the way now before he hit the baths.
After a few hours of horse care he went on his way. He made sure to grab a map from the inn so that he wouldn't get lost. He made his way out towards the baths. He hoped that these baths had running water rather than bleak pools of sad murky water. Or if they were like the heated thermal pools back in Ilia. He genuinely liked those, perhaps he'd return there once this adventure was over. He really wanted to get the muck out of his hair and shave his face. He rubbed his hand over his chin. The gruff hairs of his five o'clock shadow starting to set in.
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Perun
Warrior
Words of praise will never perish, nor a noble name.
Posts: 141
Profession: Donnie's Muscle
Affiliation: LCO
Guild: What is Guild?
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Perun on Jan 27, 2017 2:16:53 GMT -6
When all was said and done, they knew where Thomas was, and soon they would know where the inn they would sleep in was located. There would be a lot of speaking, none of which the orange giant believed he'd be terribly necessary or useful for. So instead of following any of his companions, Perun's hands went to a pouch on his belt as he made his way between a pair of buildings, fingering the leather ring inside with his massive hand.
He searched for a patch of soft dirt, that he could tear at with his fingers deep enough that it wouldn't turn over again with simple rain. It was not long before he found it, in a little corner, out of sight of prying eyes (between 9 and 10). Perun knelt, the knee of his right pant leg digging into the dirt just a bit as his weight fell against the soil. He began to dig a small hole with his free hand, making it about six inches deep. It would have to do.
From the pouch, he produced the only thing that had been left unburnt by Carter, a small bracelet made for him by Flynn. Carter had been a good man, and he deserved something of the burial his people saw fit for him. From what the Ilian had gathered, that meant he needed to be buried, but to stuff his charred corpse beneath the Earth had seemed wrong, incomplete almost. When one of Perun's kin died, his family crafted a small boat from a single great tree in the forest, and set him adrift in the lake of the valley, before the boat was lit with a roaring fire. Surrounding him in the boat were items that had been important to him. This bracelet was all that had been left and it would do.
When he packed the dirt back into the hole, Perun rose and turned back. Too late had he realized that while the others would doubtless decide where they were sleeping, he hadn't been there to see it.
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