Albel
The "Before" years
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Post by Albel on Mar 9, 2009 11:53:11 GMT -6
Rubble slowly moved as Albel stood up. Raising his bow, blood dripping from his eye brow. His horse laid crushed and where Albel was was a tiny cavern. Putting an arrow on the sting and started to pull back. "Stupid dragon, you'll pay for that." Turning his bow towards the dragon he let go of it, the arrow feel only a few feet away, he hadn't had the strenght to pull it back all the way as he fell. "Ugh" he sighed as he fell. Dust flew up from the spot hit landed. Blood quickly puddled around him as he layed there not moving. A sparkling glow surrounded his body for a second and flew upward in millions of small balls of light.
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Dirk Karavalenge
Nomadic Trooper
Mr. Opportunist[M:-25]
A man of very few words
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Mar 9, 2009 14:58:02 GMT -6
Dirk brought the boat into the harbor. While he was tying it to the dock, Kabold rushed back onto land. Dirk saw everyone still standing. "Is it over?" he asked, he didn't really need to ask the question, all of the zombies were lying on the ground, only one was awake, but he was legless. Dirk noticed that his arm had stopped hurting, he took the bandanna off of his arm and tied it to his head again. His arm still looked burned, though it didn't hurt.
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Post by Katara on Mar 9, 2009 18:43:49 GMT -6
Katara was slightly taken aback by Albel's comeback from the rubble and his ascension to the heavens. Then she turned to Dirk, who had just come back to land. "I... I think it is over..." she said to him with a flickering smile. She was not sure what had just happened, but now all of their enemies in the immediate area had been defeated. She walked over to her sword and wiped the blood off on the grass. She then sheathed it and asked, "does anyone know if there are any healers around? We all could use a little magic."
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 9, 2009 19:12:33 GMT -6
"It is over, unless you guys have some more friends out for revenge...now do you mind giving the full details before I wind up almost dying again?" Rayl patted his horse on his side, as he wiped the tip of his lance in the grass as well as wiping blood off of his armor, which as of this point was feeling constricting due to fatigue and part of it was dented in so it pressed against his chest, " Anyone injured enough that they need a lift?"
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Post by Matis on Mar 10, 2009 10:23:55 GMT -6
"There are only two others out there to get us" Matis said, turning to the Cavalier. "But I believe they should be fighting some of our comrades right now." he added, smirking.
"The name's Matis" he said, stretching out his hand to the Cavalier. "Might I ask yours?"
He then saw Dirk and Katara talking not far from where they stood. That meant that the only one who had been heavily injured was the dragon. Hopefully, he would be okay.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 10, 2009 15:28:26 GMT -6
He took the gesture kindly as he shook the nomad's hand, making yet another note (dang he did that a lot nowadays) of the leadership skills this man seemed to have, before giving an honest response to the question directed to him," I am Sir Rayl, Knight of Pherae...but once this is all over I plan to retire...being a hero really isn't what it's cracked up to be anymore..." It was quite clear that the eagerness he had to enlist those years back was all but dead, as he removed part of his armor to remove the cook book he kept close to his chest, and opening it: he hadn't done so in awhile, maybe he'd retire and return to be a baker again...
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Post by Katara on Mar 10, 2009 17:44:14 GMT -6
Katar waved over to Matis and Rayl. She walked over to them and motioned at Dirk to join her. "I am Katara of Sacae, Sir Rayl. It is an honor to meet a knight of Pherae, and I must agree with you. I think my fighting days are going to be behind me quite soon," she introduced herself.
With her dress half ripped off and her nose bloodied, she must have been a hard sight to look at. Well, there had just been a monumental fight, so she supposed her had an excuse. She noticed Rayl taking a cookbook from under his armor. "Oh! You can cook? Please, allow me to help you. I'm sure everyone is famished, and there is probably some food lying around in one of the warehouses that didn't burn. We could leave payment, of course." she said cheerily. She hoped he didn't think her mad, what with her speaking of leaving payment for enemies after a fierce battle.
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Dirk Karavalenge
Nomadic Trooper
Mr. Opportunist[M:-25]
A man of very few words
Posts: 224
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Post by Dirk Karavalenge on Mar 10, 2009 18:20:44 GMT -6
"Thank you for giving me your place." Dirk said to Rayl. "We were attacked by Etrurian soldiers, our group effort left them adrift at sea. We shouldn't stay in Etruria too long, but I haven't had a good meal in awhile."
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Post by Richter Abend on Mar 10, 2009 22:39:42 GMT -6
Richter strode up to the group, leaving Wein on the boat. Wein, seeing the fight was pretty much over, decided to take a nap, and told Richter to come get him once the group got moving. Not being apart of Wein's group, Richter just grunted and left.
Richter walked into hearing distance right as the subject of food came up. He quickly glanced at the two strangers as he walked up, but not anything too noticeable. Instinctually, his hand moved towards his sword. He left it resting on its hilt. "We're eating? I haven't had a real meal in quite awhile." He looked towards Rayl and saw the cook book in his hand. "Well, it's nice to see you're not dead, Rayl. Decent cooks are hard to find nowadays."
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Post by Matis on Mar 11, 2009 10:51:20 GMT -6
"A cook? Really, I wouldn't mind learning a thing or two about cooking. Kinda tired of eating whatever random animal comes our way and have it always be roasted" Matis said, almost laughing at it. He noticed someone coming their way.
"A friend of yours, I take it" he said to Rayl as he looked towards the newcomer. "Matis here" he said, stretching his hand. "Oh, and easy there" Matis added, looking at the man's hand resting on his sword. "We're not enemies".
Yet, at least.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 11, 2009 16:54:03 GMT -6
"He is, more or less...a lot of things he says goes just about over my head." thus his description of Richter, as the cavalier turned to Katara with a smile at what she said," That is the just thing to do. The civilians here are not our enemies, nor are the soldiers we fight and kill in battle. It is those who order them who are our enemies...I wanted to be a Holy Knight like Barigan, but after I heard he had come back to life and started killing people...I sort of had my doubts." He thought back on the reasons he became a knight: child stories really...who'd have thought they would get him thrown into a nightmare like this? War really wasn't honorable...
He shook his head to get the thoughts out, before beginning to fumble through one of the saddle bags on his horse: he was sure he had some spices in one of them for a special occasion, " See what you can find that I can cook up quickly, as I doubt we can stay here long..."
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Post by Richter Abend on Mar 11, 2009 18:21:02 GMT -6
Richter grabbed Matis's hand and shook it lightly. "The name's Richter. I'm really just an acquaintance of Rayl. We haven't been traveling together long." He let go, then looked over Matis's shoulder. "Looks like the dock bit it pretty hard. Lots of blood, lots of bodies. Fighting tends to do that." Richter reached into his bag and pulled out some jerky. He took a bite then put the rest away. "I'm going to go look around," he said as he left.
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Post by Katara on Mar 28, 2009 17:36:05 GMT -6
Katara walked to one of the large wooden boathouses, her sword still at her side. She must have looked mad. Her dress almost ripped off, covered in blood, and a still-bloody sword on her hip. She caught up to a man who eyed her suspiciously. "What do you want? If ye be a succubus, I'll have you know I have most holy water around my belt." he barked. "I'm flattered, sir. My allies and I have just fought a fierce battle. Surely you must have heard it. We are in need sustenance, and are willing to pay well. Have you any undamaged goods?" she asked kindly. "I'll tell ya lady, yo look like a she-demon, but ya sure talk like a queen. Anyway, you're in luck. I happen to be a grocer, and I have here a ship full of fresh goods." the man told her. "Good. I'll take two loafs of bread, some cuts of beef, a few jugs of fresh water, and... A dress, or any clothing, if you have it." Katara said, holding out a handful of gold coins. The man took her money and disappeared into his ship. He came out a few moments later with a few bags of goods. "Thank ya fer your business, lass." the man said, handing her the bags. "Thank you for not running at the sight of me." Katara laughed.
Katara returned to where Matis and the others were with the bags. "I come bearing food! Light a fire and let's get cooking, Rayl!" she sang out in her airy voice. She put the bags down, jumped behind some rubble, and changed into a white linen dress the grocer had given her. She took her belt off of her old clothes and tied it around her waist, then took her sword, now clean, and ripped the side of the dress up to the waist. Just like her old Sacaen dress.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 28, 2009 19:13:43 GMT -6
Upon finding the spices and a flint stone which he had been looking for in the saddle bags, Rayl patted his horse on the side, then drew his sword, taking a moment to look at his dim reflection upon it's slim blade: Compared to the others around him, he was AS bloody, with a few cuts here and there. He was mostly covered in dirt, and ashes...
Next step was to find rocks in order to build the base for the fire, as well as to get wood...these two acts were fairly easy, as there was plenty of rubble and unscorched wood all about them, and in moments he had carried back a fair amount in multiple trips, and built the base, and thus began to use his sword and flint stone to create sparks to ignite the wood...although this was taking awhile longer than he hoped," Now then, what exactly did you get in a hellhole like this?"
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Post by Katara on Mar 28, 2009 20:47:10 GMT -6
Katara took a took a comb and a looking glass from her bag and tried to neaten her hair. "I've been fighting for Matis and Kenshin for a long time now. Since before the Bernian invasion. I followed them to Nabata and saw the Living Legend, and... Kenshin and I share a special relationship. I grew up in Santaruz, as the daughter of a tribal chieftain. My sword has been beside me for most of my life. I feel homewhat at home surrounded by armed friends and enemies, in hellholes like this. But... That will all end soon. As soon as Hargus is defeated, I am going to try to talk Kenshin in to settling down and starting a new life... Sorry if I seem long-winded." Katara smiled. "What about you? You look like a veteran, a trained soldier." she asked Rayl.
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