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 28, 2009 21:13:40 GMT -6
Dirk put a sack of oats over Kabold's head, which he had taken from Kabold's packs, and patted Kabold's neck. Then he sat at the fire Rayl was making. "If you want to make a fire easier, rub two sticks together instead of your sword. It is easier on your arm, and it doesn't damage your weapon." Dirk demonstrated with some dry wood he had picked up. He spun one piece of wood into the other, and a fire quickly sprung up.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 28, 2009 22:35:01 GMT -6
Rayl was pretty impressed with how Dirk had simply taken two sticks and boom: fire. He had to admit, the nomads of the plains were a pretty sturdy people, though this obviously made sense, from how they live their daily lives. Rayl was just about to prepare some other things for the cooking, when Katara began talking, and so he waited quietly as he removed his armor while she did so, and when she finished and then asked him a question, he took a deep breath and sighed as he finished taking off the plating: His armor was slightly dented in, and had been constricting his breathing slightly.
"Well, when I started this wild ride, I was a semi- fresh recruit, and I'll admit I was obsessed with the whole 'knight in shining armor' stories they'd tell you when your a kid...first off I'd like to take a moment to say knighthood isn't like that at all. It was alright at first: fighting bandits and all...next thing you know, I get dragged into this when some dragon named Aeros starts setting Bern on fire...then I wind up in Etruria, get ambushed by some guy called The Herald...again, Dragon sets fire to things...then I find myself here, and guess what: Dragon blows up building, and almost kills me..." he took a moment to calm down here, as he had gotten fairly angry about all the dragons burninating the countryside (reference alert!) and himself in the process, "Let's just say I'm going into retirement after this...say, how's the year-round weather in Sacae? Spent a few weeks there...nice place."
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Post by Richter Abend on Mar 29, 2009 1:18:18 GMT -6
Richter walked back to the gathering, and as he approached, saw that they had managed to make a fire. "How's the camping trip going?" Richter sat down next to the fire. "All the magic and fire has no doubt destroyed practically everything in the general vicinity. I thought we were in enough trouble when we had the High Inquisitor on our tails, but then we run into this supernatural, sorcererous necromancer and his resurrected legion." Richter sighed. "You may have survived, but what kind of idiot goes running head first into something like that?"
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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 29, 2009 7:11:37 GMT -6
"It's nice all of the time, it rains just enough to bring the natural beauty to its fullest reach." Dirk thought he saw something glittering near some rubble, where it was too dark to see anything else. "Excuse me." He stood up and walked toward the glitter. As his figure disappeared in the darkness, two figures appeared to Dirk's sight. "Good job, Dirk. I knew we could count on you." "You finally found yourself, brother." It was Bill and Dave. "What?"
"I was carried away by the bandits during their attack, I managed to escape with the help of a certain sage. Then five years afterwards, I found you at the ruins of our old village. You were very changed, you had become depressed, and a loner." "So he asked for my help to get you to be able to trust people again. By the way, you can keep the flute. It wasn't really mine, it was Dirk's." "What? It's not mine." "I thought you knew this more than anyone, all of our chieftains were named Dirk." "Well, how does Bill fit into all of this?" "I was a merchant that sold some things to your tribe. Anyways, we're glad you're back to your old self."
Dirk's eyes welled up, "Thanks... what are you guys going to do now?" "I've got a bakery in Pherae. It's a better place than Ilia in my opinion." "I still have some favors I have to attend to, in Bern. Don't worry if you don't see me in awhile, I won't die that easily."
Dirk wiped away his tears. "Goodbye, don't die before next we meet." They turned and left, and Dirk did the same. He returned to his seat at the fire and said nothing.
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Post by Matis on Mar 29, 2009 14:01:37 GMT -6
Matis saw Dirk moving away from the camp fire, and kept his eyes on him for a while, just to make sure it was safe to let him be.
He then decided to answer Richter's question. "You see, we had just got here from the Western Isles. We had some...business there". Matis'd rather not mention the fact that they were the ones killing the heroes of old. Some people actually thought said heroes were gods or the like, and would go so far as to kill anyone who dared harm them. It was best to avoid mentioning that. For now, at least.
"Apparently, Hargus knew beforehand the exact city we were going to arrive at. And he prepared an ambush just for us. We did not have much of a choice left but to fight back. Either way, had it not happened now, it would have happened some time in the near future. Running away would have been useless".
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Post by Richter Abend on Mar 29, 2009 14:40:18 GMT -6
Richter raised an eyebrow. "Hargus, really? Why would he be after you specifically? I mean, you've got to be a real problem for Hargus himself to want to get rid of you." Richter shook his head. "Besides, if you had run away, you might not have gotten all of these innocent people caught up in your power struggles. Not everyone can fight undead sorcerers and live...but I thought that was obvious. Guess not."
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Post by Katara on Mar 29, 2009 17:59:01 GMT -6
Katara heard the flood of questions and picked out the one what was directed at her. She closed her eyes and saw the endless green plains and the clear azure sky... Sokka and Kana running beside her, laughing. A nomad rode past, followed by a tribe of others. She opened her ice-blue eyes and said, "Sacae, the weather... I cannot describe it. Sunny almost every day, with life-giving rain welcomely interrupting the sun's heat-filled rays... There is no winter or summer, the temperature is mild all year... But sometimes winds from Bernian mountains or Illian tundras will bring snow, but that happens very rarely."
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Aeros
Manakete
Posts: 77
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Aeros on Mar 30, 2009 16:03:52 GMT -6
Aeros lifted his head, his mind finally clear, and changed back into his humanoid form. Staggering for a moment, he regained his balance-which was hard to do, with one wing useless-and leaned against a tall piece of rubble, trying to think of what to do next. At least it's just the scales that are gone... He stared at the limp mass of bone, muscle, and what scales were left that used to be a wing. If the bone had broken, I probably would never fly again. But first things were first, and he needed to eat. Hearing the others talking and smelling the heated fire was enough for him. He walked unsteadily around the rubble, toward the sounds. It was too much, though, and just as the group around the fire came into view, Aeros staggered into what had been a doorway and slumped there, eyes half-closed and unfocused.
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Post by Rayl Torien on Mar 31, 2009 23:57:15 GMT -6
(Hmmmm...Rayl worked at a Bakery in Pherae and Bill has a Bakery in Pherae...coincidence? Yes.)
Rayl leaned back against some rubble, glad to be near the warmth of the fire, as he closed his eyes and envisioned the plains he had seen as well as how the two nomads had described the place to him, and let the image overwhelm him as he soon feel asleep, though most likely due to battle fatigue...so much for cooking...
...when Rayl awoke, he found himself floating upon a sea of green water, and yet he was not wet...then the wind began to blow, and then the knight noticed the blades of grass sway gently in the wind...everywhere you looked was the same scene...in the distance were the mountains which divided the grassland of Sacae from the Militant country of Bern, but that wasn't important....in the distance a few figures rode on by mounted upon horses, it was easy to tell who they were, but what they were doing would be left to Rayl's imagination, either they were hunting, or just out for a ride, it didn't matter...the sight of this place and the freedom that seemed to be here...was amazing beyond all words...
Meanwhile, the sleeping Rayl was laying against a rock, yet obviously didn't seem to mind, a smile on his face even ( though obviously from the dream, though it's doubted they'd know what it was).
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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 Apr 1, 2009 11:19:24 GMT -6
Going onto the next house he trashed it looking for anything of worth, we he finally found something he heard fighting getting more and more intense with people shouting. Sneaking to the window he peeked out, watching blood shed from both sides of the battle. After a little bit there was a man he changed into a dragon and started to blast at people. Hiro's heart skipped a good ten beats upon seeing the dragon as he sunk to the floor.
"Holy hell! That was a dra- But didn't them heroes defeat them. Bull crap, BULL crap! My eyes are tricking me."
Slowly looking out the window again he saw the dragon again, nope his eyes were right. It was a good thing he sent Elise away from here, far from here too. Even with the immense fear he couldn't stop watching the man with the axe. Who was the good guys and who was the bad guys. There was action in the water he finally noticed. He saw some of Kraft's men attempting to fight a group of people but his eyes quickly went back to the major fight.
Watching a man taking what look like a billion blows and STILL charging made Hiro want to root for him, just for his safty. Then shortly he fell and couldn't fight any more he looked around for who they were turning to, a single nomad. "Damn looks like this fight is almost over. Oh crap I forgot about my things in these abandoned houses."
Then a loud BOOM! as the house next to him exploded in a fiery mess. The one he was in started to catch fire as well, exiting out the front door would put him in that whole mess of a fight and with what he was wearing it wouldn't be smart to walk near them. Or in their eye sight, or even let them know he was alive. Making a dash, avoiding falling things on fire he dove out the back window and crawled as fast as he could away from the wreckage. He laid there not moving, hoping others would think he wasn't alive or something.
He heard voices speak kindly to each other, slowly looking around he found some kind of cover and watched the group. Saw it looked like they were cooking. A couple of fine looking women and food, he had to make his way into that group. Looking in the bag'o'loot of his there was a nice looking shirt he swiped. From a rich jack ass or a wanna be rich man shirt he was happy he found, switching shirts and putting his cap and cloak into the bag he stood up. Slowly made his way to the group.
On his way there it was that man from the bar, the cock blocker. The last person he wanted here. That wouldn't stop him, for he was Hiro, the man of every woman's dreams, the master of thiefs, nothing was impossible for Shadow Walker. Now what would be a good lie.... A good lie...
"Hello, my name is Hiro and I'm a traveling..... Th...." he almost slipped out 'thief' "A traveling in theory, a bard. I've yet to find a story that will want to be heard. I claim to be a bard but without a story that will pack a real punch in the hearts of people it's just a theory that I'm a bard.
"I saw that fight and all I've gotta is holy crap! That will have all of your names in the hearts of young men wanting to grow up to be you and women who want a man like you, well the other way around for the lovely, lovely ladies."
Noticing a few of them were fighting Kraft's men he knew what was his mission going to be.
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 1, 2009 13:25:18 GMT -6
Richter looked up as a man walked up...wait a second. Something irked him about the new comer. Something was familiar. Something about him rubbed Richter the wrong way. He stood up and his hand shot to his sword. "I don't like this guy. Something about him seems...off..." Richter stood, staring at the man, waiting for him to make the next move.
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Post by Kraft on Apr 3, 2009 12:47:12 GMT -6
A group of Kraft's city guards had been waiting around the corner, just watching the fight. They did nothing to help their comrades who were foolish enough to attack the group. They were better then regular soldiers. They had been given orders by the High Inquisitor himself, and the captain of this group was more than a dumb minion. He understood that these resurrected beings were savage and that even his group couldn't have stopped them, but these exhausted bunch of wanted men must die. Then he saw the thief. A plan formed in his head, and hearing the pink one talk confirmed it. Hiro must be pushed into the group, one way or another.
He signalled his men. Fist, three fingers, wave, fist. Translation? Attack, but give them change to flee. Kill if you must. Go go go. The men quickly fanned out, taking attacking positions. After a few minutes all of them were in place. Some had bows, a few mages, but mostly veteran soldiers who weren't scared all that easily. Some of them had even fought the dragon together with the Herald. They wanted revenge.
"I hope this will go well." He muttered to himself, but then he unsheated his sword and set the first step into chaos.
"ATTACK." Men swarmed towards the group who sat there peacefully.
"GET THAT MAN! GET THEM ALL!" He yelled, pointing at Hiro first, then at the others. If any of them resisted, he would kill them, but he hoped they would run, so that Hiro could reveal the identity of others. He hoped he had made the right choice.
(OoC: Wow, it has been a long time since I posted with Kraft. I'm rusty.)
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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 Apr 3, 2009 14:55:26 GMT -6
"A trick?" Dirk pointed at the newcomer(Hiro) "Quickly, we should get away and allow the soldiers to take this man. I don't think any of us are in the shape to fight, what do you think, Matis?"
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Post by Katara on Apr 3, 2009 19:13:16 GMT -6
Katara swore under her breath and got to her feet. "Dirk, we can't give up a man who seems to be innocent. While none of us are in a good shape to fight... I... We can't give in. We are no good to Kenshin, and the world, sitting in a prison." she said. She prodded Rayl to wake him, then turned tot their opponents. "Is this the way you treat the heroes who just saved this town from minions of evil?! You should be ashamed, for it is the epitome of cowardice to attack exhausted men and women after a long, hard-won battle!" she yelled to the guards.
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Post by Richter Abend on Apr 3, 2009 19:53:55 GMT -6
Richter focused on the on coming attack. Whoever this guy was, he couldn't be as bad as a bunch of crazed soldiers. "Well if the amazing Inquisitor wants him, I can't be totally off in my suspicions." Richter looked at everyone else. "I'm in fighting condition, but I definitely can't fight them alone. I'm a fighter, and these aren't super-humans, so I say we fight."
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