Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Jan 29, 2017 18:32:56 GMT -6
It wasn't long after he had finished his speech for somebody to ask the golden question; 'Who are you'. If this was the first time he had been asked such a question he would have been caught off guard for a moment, like he had been the first time many months ago. "Who am I this man ask. I am a sell out, that's who I am. I had spent my time working for Etruria, biting my tongue as I witnessed the evils they had done at Kraft's orders, who claimed to be a holy man. I am wanted in Etruria for espionage when I had fled from my post seek the aid of others and give my knowledge of his army to them. My journey had lead me to the great nation of Ilia." Hiro spread his arms out starting from his chest as he kept his loud speech.
"The group that follows me are those of people who wish to protect their homeland from the man who has done what I had tried to warn people about. His army is in Ilia, do you want to ignore what I say like many others before who may have been killed?" He did not wait for a response before hopping off of the box he was standing on, looking at the man in the armor before him and giving him a response, more directly this time. "And who the-" Hiro had to cut himself off, he had been too busy basking in his own glory, wanting to pat himself on the back for the performance he just gave and almost breaking the character of somebody wanting to do good in the world he had going.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to properly introduce myself. My name is Hiro, spelled with an I not an E. My parents had given me that name knowing one day I would be the savior to the people and something to inspire me to do so. While I had done evil, I saw the errors in my way and repented them, now working to live up to their expectations."
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Yakumo
Shaman
Posts: 17
Affinity: Ice
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Post by Yakumo on Jan 30, 2017 15:22:52 GMT -6
Yakumo had finally returned to her homeland after she heard something big was going down at some point and wanted to find out what it was. Yakumo checked her bag for supplies and made sure she had everything for her return trip and spoke out loud.
"Ah it's good to finally be back home, I see the land is as good as I remembered it, but enough of that, I can afford to waste time I have to hurry and find out what's going on here in Ilia."
Yakumo ran for the nearest town she could find and arrived at the city gates. She looked up and sighed as she headed on inside and wondered where everyone was. Yakumo rubbed her head in confusion on what happened here but then the sound of people shouting had caught her ear and she looked over at where the sound was coming from and ran to find out what was causing in and found that a large group of people were gathering at the center of the market and heard from the people about the talks of Eturia coming to take over Ilia. Such a thing angered Yakumo as she loved her homeland and she wasn't about to have another kingdom come on over and destroy her home and then Yakumo also heard of some type of resistance force called the Order of Maltet or something from what she heard. Yakumo looked around for whoever the leader of this group was called and went up ahead of the group and made her cape flow back by pushing it and moved one of her hands over her face and began to speak.
"I seek to join this Order, I can't stand by and watch as my home is destroyed by the Eturia fools! I am Yakumo, a great shaman of the dark arts! And I hereby put my life on the line to fight for my homeland!"
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Dawson
Shaman
Posts: 65
Affinity: Wind
Profile: Dawson
OoC Alias: Fargus
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Post by Dawson on Jan 30, 2017 17:25:01 GMT -6
Dawson turned to the shouting from nearby. It was a woman who claimed to be talented with Elder Magic much like him and the Bard. I just hope she's not really one of Dracos minions...I MUST get stronger... he thought. He then turned toward Orcleous to ask him something, but decided to wait. It would be better if I wait until we get to where the base is...I can ask him later than he thought.
He then left to go buy some supplies for the war. He always relied on bars to get his meals, but he knew that would be a luxury he wouldn't have during the war. Not to mention what he would need simply to survive the long march ahead. Dawson went to the general goods store to go buy himself some vulneraries. He took out about 200 gold and gave it to the clerk. "Say...Have you heard anything of a man named Draco Guro?" he asked, sliding another gold coin in front of the clerk. The clerk eyed the coin, then said "Sorry, I haven't, but I'll let you know if I have alright?" Dawson nodded as he went out of the store. Good...no signs of Draco yet. Seems that my plan is working. But if Draco finds out I'm in the resistance, I'll need to leave immediately, I can't afford to endanger everyone in the resistance all because of me...I just don't want another innocent life to be claimed by one of Dracos minions Dawson thought as he started to walk back to where the resistance was forming at.
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Post by Orcleous on Jan 30, 2017 20:39:12 GMT -6
"Eturia", that was the only word that came out of Orcleous mouth. The champion stared at the man for a moment. He did not trust him. He came way to convent and he has a background in Eturia. Orcleous had talked to Argus about spies beforehand. Now there was this guy standing before them. Orcleous did not like it. It smelled bad. This Hiro guy seemed bad business for them. Even if he was legitimate it would only cause problems. Orcoleous and Argus had already decided to do things there way. That was why they came up with this order. If they did join up or link up with this man it would be done his way, or the very least he would be pushing a lot of policies. Orcleous would rather loss the potential recruits than to lose the organization as a whole, either that loss be thought spies or hostile takeover. Without another word Orcleous began to push himself from the crowd. If any of his members wanted to go join the man Orcleous was not going to stop them. However he was not going to work with him, at least not now. Argus was technically the leader. So he wold leave that decision up to him. If Argus wanted to work with the man then he could set up the deal.
As the Champion made his way back to there meeting point he saw another would be recruit. She came up to him and introduced herself in a very blunt manner. She clearly had confidence in herself and her power. Eturia was the realm of light magic. There magic itself had a advantage against the dark, but this maiden cleanly thought she was the better. "I will gladly accept it", spoke Orcleous. "May your dark arts guide us in taking down this enemy of light. You knowledge of magic will also prove useful in understanding the enemy spells." With that Orcleous lead her to where the other recruits were suppose to be meeting up. He wold need to wait out the rest of the hour for them to return. Once they did he was ready to head out. However there was still one problem left to deal with.
"Aria", spoke Orlceous as he walked back over to his spot. The maiden was the only one who did not swear themselves to the group. Orcleous needed the help, but he was not sure he needed a tag along who had no loyalties. "I am sorry I did not talk to you properly as before. I got... well distracted. I understand that you want to be involved and probably help, but you don't want to be a official member. I can understand. There are reason for not wanting to join. Family, friend, and the fact that joining the order is risky. With that being said I can not take you back to our base. It is nothing personal, but security. I will however try to keep you in contact. We could use your help. However those who do not swear a oath are not members of the order."
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Sigma
Thief
Does anybody care about intelligence work anymore?
Posts: 151
Profession: Spy/Information Broker
Affinity: Anima
Profile: Sigma
OoC Alias: Sigma
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Post by Sigma on Jan 30, 2017 22:48:58 GMT -6
Walking in the shopping district, Sigma couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and worry about what was to come. He'd finally be doing what he dreamed of, but at the same time he was fighting an entire country! This wasn't a petty bar brawl or a simple duel in between thieves! This was full blown guerrilla warfare! He'd definitly have to brush up on his swordplay... Maybe that Orcleous fellow could help him with that. Let's just say that his shortsword was more of a tool to threaten then to kill. He simply hoped it wouldn't take long for him to become able to go up against an actual trained soldier and stand a chance...
A whetstone! That was what he needed! On top of buying a bedroll, a bought a small whetstone with a few extra rations of dried jerky. Who knew, they might be travelling for a while. Walking back towards the rendezvous point. He noticed what seemed to be quite en enthusiastic looking shaman. He noticed her flowing cape as she was talking to Orcleous. After that, he couldn,t help but be saddened by the fact that Aria would not be joining them. In a way he understood, but it was hard to see Orcleous turn her down when they looked in need of more recruits. "Maybe the risk of her betraying us is too great..." he told himself. After joining up with Orcleus, he decided to start sharpening his shortsword while waiting for everybody else. Maybe doing it will help him remember the tricks he learned about fighting during his teen years.
Looking towards Orcleous, he decided to ask him something which was making him curious for a while now:
So tell me, will we need to leave this temporary base of yours very soon? I was wondering what kind of place we'd need to look out for and in what location it would be best...
Who knew? Maybe Sigma had heard of a spot that could fit Orcleous's requirements for a home base.
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Feb 3, 2017 23:33:06 GMT -6
Hiro had began to look at the man in front of him, he seemed familiar but Hiro couldn't put his finger on it. There was a memory stuck in the very back of his brain, he had tried to pull it to the front so he could solve this mystery, after all it could lead to his life or death if he saw him somewhere in Etruria. No no no, that wasn't right. That red armor and face, and kinda sorta voice did stick out, if not Etruria then where? He was in Bern and Lycia briefly, he spent most of his time after ditching that old coot in Ilia... Wait just a moment, did his train of thought stumble across something?
He suddenly remembered something about Lycia, it was during the time he took a break while he "searched for aid" while his first group of soldiers waited for him. He went back down to Lycia for some reason and ran into a blast from the past. She was finer than he had remembered, even though she was mad at him she had seemed to fancy him, if he played his cards right he could have got into her pa- hold that thought. That can wait for another time, he was side tracking himself. Now, where was his memory going again? Oh that's right, the dude in red in front of him.
Hiro had suddenly burst into laughter as the man was talking to somebody else. "Oh god, oh god, OH GOD. Who would have thought I would run into you of all people again. I remember you now. Granted you had shorter hair back then, but oh man how mad you got. You made the mistake of sitting next to me after I clearly spent too much time at the bar, threw up all over your boots. You didn't stop crying about some butterflies or some crap like that. People trust you with an army?" It had seemed like Hiro broke character, but this time he couldn't help it.
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Post by Orcleous on Feb 5, 2017 19:20:25 GMT -6
Orcleous stopped for a moment and looked at the cloth covered man. The story was familiar, too familiar. The champion had meet very few people in his time that really got under his skin. However once the man began to tell his story Orcleous began to have a flash back. He remembered a man, he was not sure if it was this guy, but there was a drunk guy who threw up on his perfectly good boots. That was quite some time ago. Orcleous was just starting out then and he had a idea in his head that he was going to be a assassin. It was a poor dream with long reaching consequences, but it taught him well. His attempts back then to gain information was quite poor. Standing in a corner and paying attention to other peoples's business was not the wisest thing to do. However he did eventually pull himself out to help this one chick with her drunk friend, and Orcleous figured that was this guy. He nearly ruined Orcleous's butterfly patter boot buckles, a rare thing mind you. The champion still had them actually. He recently transferred them over to a new pair of boots, but alas he had left them back at base. They did not go well with his armor.
"Now that is a blast from the past", chuckled Orcleous as he walked back toward the rouge. It was his full intention to simply head out and leave the man where he was, but by bringing up old history he had the afro wearing champion's attention now. "Let me get this straight you were the dirt bag that was half drunk and lying all over the floor!? You threw up all over me good boots too! Hold on a second, are you trying to insult me? Seriously a drunkered like you is trying to talk about me leading a armed force. If fighting a war was about throwing up the most and embarrassing yourself in public then you would be undefeated. However it is not. Winning a fight is about tactics, power, and timing. Winning a war is about stratagem, field tactics, and knowing when to pull out. I have experience in both leading and fighting under men. I am not sure I can say the same about you."
With that Orcleous stopped himself. Why was he telling this guy this. Well one thing was clear this guy was not a spy. Then again he did speak about Kraft with that women. Orcleous did not remember much about that time, but now that his memory was refreshed he remembered asking him about the man. He got nothing of course, but it still should be noted that the two were associated. Though it seems that his statement about being a traitor might hold weight now. Orcleous would have to think carefully on his next move.
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