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Post by kyle on May 25, 2009 18:02:05 GMT -6
OoC: This thread is not open. I'll probably be joining a new thread soon.
BiC:
Why did I ever sign up for this?
Kyle walking through the plains. But he was no walking alone. Right next to him, was an annoying merchant. Kyle needed a job as a mercenary, but he never thought of the price he was paying for it. The first rule of a mercenary: never get a job working for a merchant. He had just learned that. And he should have known it before hand. Because all merchants are cheap. They rob the innocent and the not-so-innocent of all their gold. Kyle knew this because he saw the merchant selling the worst products ever made to a couple of nomads back aways. All they bought was water and food. All they got was half a loaf of bread and dirty water in some container. Having to work for the guy was worse. He gave Kyle necessities, only to dock it out of his paycheck. Only bad came out of this situation. As the merchant was riding in his wagon pulled by a horse, he looked over to Kyle, and said cruelly, "Hey, wise guy, I'm paying you to protect me, and I know that Ilian mercenaries never double-cross their costumers, so you're going to set up camp here." Kyle turned to the merchant, eye brows furrowed. He then said, keeping his anger out of his tone, "Shouldn't we go a bit further, then camp? We might find a safer area than just out in the open." The merchant snapped back, "I'm not paying you to comment on my decisions. Now get at it!" The merchants double-chin quivered when he said that. Kyle hated looking at the fat, pathetic excuse of a rich man. He barely even tried to keep clean.
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Post by kyle on May 25, 2009 21:42:04 GMT -6
Night was falling, and Kyle was putting up his tent that the merchant "loaned". It was ragged, in poor condition, and had no tent flap. Which ment tonight would be another cold one. Kyle looked over at the merchant's wagon and saw him lay out his comfortable sleeping luggage. He also heard the merchant mutter about how he didn't have enough room to sleep. Kyle chuckled to himself, hoping it was karma in the works. Either way, Kyle still had to sleep in the cold. Kyle had just gotten done setting his tent up, when the merchant came out of his wagon in pijamas. Kyle wanted to laugh, but didn't. It was obvious that his outfit didn't fit all the way. Kyle saw rips at the cuffs of the clothing. But Kyle suddenly saw something on the front of the merchant's shirt. A stain. He narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and went on making a fire. The merchant was the first to talk. "Mercenary boy, I believe you are not making the fire the rightway. You should start with bits of wood, not the whole log." Kyle then turned to the merchant, still kneeling over where the fire would be. He stared at the fat man for a little while, then got up. He went over to his tent, and took out his sword. Even though it wasn't a great sword, his Slim Sword looked impressive when he was weilding it. Kyle twirled the sword around, making swishing noises in the wind, then basically made a few slashed at a log. It wautomatically fell apart into smaller pieces of wood. Kyle once more looked angerily into the eyes of the merchant and said coldly, "Is that good?" The merchant nodded his head, terrified.
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Post by kyle on Jun 7, 2009 12:27:34 GMT -6
Kyle had gotten done with making a fire, and just in time. The sun had just set, and all that was left in the sky was the purple hue that became even darker ever so slowly. The clouds looked beautiful from the mixture of colors, as if they had become something more than just what they really were. He smiled, seeing that it was going to be a nice, clear night tonight. Kyle's thoughts were broken when he heard the whine of the merchant calling for him. His face became blank, then an annoyed expression became apparent. He got up, and walked toward the wagon. He went to the back, peered inside, and asked, "What?" The merchant was pointing outward from the wagon, into the distance. Kyle looked, not changing his expression. He saw bad news. A group of scraggly people were coming. He could see that they had town shirts, ripped pants, and axes. Birgands... Sh*t... The group was at least a hundred feet off, but they weren't stopping. They were soon there. Up close, the bandits looked worse. They stunk of sweat and rotting food. Luckily for Kyle, the wind was at his back, so not all the disgusting smells went into his nostrils. The bigger out of the three spoke. "Hey! What'chu doin," he started, "And why yew on our turf?" Kyle looked into the eyes of the brigand, coldly. "We're only passing through. Nothing to concern you whatsoever." Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle saw that the brigand was gripping his axe tighter. Kyle slowly drew the sword from his back, showing he was ready for a fight. The brigand jumped back, and spat on the ground. He growled, "So ya think you's can just come 'ere and goes easy, eh? Well, guess again!" The brigand nodded to his companions, and the two stepped forward, axes ready. Time seemed to freeze for a moment that almost lasted forever, at least to Kyle. Then, he jumped just as an axe came swinging for his stomach. The axe missed, and Kyle landed with a crushing blow to the shoulder. The sword cut into the skin, deep. Kyle jumped back, as the other brigand to a jab with his axe, missed, and the other brigand fell to the ground in pain. The jabbing from the second brigand continued to no success. Kyle swiftly swung his sword, so the attack would commence just as the axe drew back. It worked, and it cut the brigand's chest, not too deep though. The first brigand had gotten up, and was about to thrust the axe downward, but failed. Kyle already got him with his sword, as it almost protruded from the brigand's back. He swiftly took out his sword, and slashed at the second brigand, who was still in the dirt. The two brigands' lives were cut short. The whole time, the leader had a terrified face showing. Kyle looked up, and stared into the brigand's eyes. The brigand yelled, "Yew monster! I'll be the one who'll take yew down!" The final brigand charged, axe barred upward. Kyle spun, his sword almost cutting the air as it sliced through the gut of the brigand. The brigand fell, a surprised look on his face. As the man rolled over, Kyle could see his wound's were deeper than he thought. He looked over at the merchant. He asked, "You got a few cloths or anything like that? "The merchant asked why, and Kyle replied, "Because I don't want to directly touch these filthy bodies."
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Post by kyle on Jun 7, 2009 18:48:28 GMT -6
Kyle was finally done with moving the bodies. The filthy, stinking bodies. While walking back, he shuddered in disgust. Those people never took baths, cared for their oral health, and worst of all, there was blood all around them. Even though it was his doing, he still hated the sight. But, he was being payed. That's what kept him going. When Kyle got back to the wagon, the merchant was just going to bed. He fully explained to Kyle that he needed to stay up all night so that they were both safe. Kyle wanted to laugh when the merchant offered him five percent back on his paycheck. Yet, he agreed to the deal, but not because of the five percent. He had some other ideas of his own. Before the merchant went to bed, he had some water. Water that Kyle had tapped. It wasn't poison, just some sleeping powder that Kyle kept to himself. Before long, the fat man was asleep. This gave him an opportunity. Kyle began to look through some of the merchant's stuff. He found his gold; he took it. HE found some wineskin's to hold water; he took them. He found light provisions; he took those too. All in all, Kyle had enough to last him a few weeks by himself, and it didn't weigh too much. But, before he left, he found the contract he signed, and burned off the part that he signed. He placed it right next to the merchant, because that would be the first thing he would see in the morning. And by then, Kyle was already at the foot of the mountains. On the other side; Lycia. But, he would rest first. Right by a tree that was blocking the sun. Kyle felt good right now. He soon wouldn't.
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Post by kyle on Jun 9, 2009 11:56:13 GMT -6
Kyle opened his eyes. He saw the branches swaying in the wind. He smelled the mountain air coming down, gently. He figured life was good being a mercenary a while back. Now, he thought differently. He believed that being really d*mn clever was good. He chuckled to himself of what he thought were the reactions of the merchant when he woke up. He could imagine it in his head right now. The fat man would roll over, see the burnt paper, and bawl like a baby. He would see his gold ran out, his provisions shorter, and less water to boot. Kyle got up, and left his daydreaming for night. Instead, he started walking south, up the range he saw ahead of him. Technically, this would be quicker. Then again, this was a mountain. This was where brigands lived. Kyle decided to keep his sword right by his side, and his provisions in check. He began his journey to Lycia.
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Post by kyle on Jun 9, 2009 12:57:22 GMT -6
The first day was easy. He had traveled around one of the taller peaks. When he got there, the sun was setting. He could see one more bit of a range ahead of him. The travel downward was tougher. The rocks were cold, almost icy. This made them slippery. As he was scaling down, he had slipped a few times. By the time the sun had set, he was halfway down. Kyle knew he couldn't stop there, and he knew he had no blankets at all. This he realized in dismay. He got down to the valley by midnight. It was dark, very dark. He had nothing to keep him warm, but he did have flint with him, and he found tinder all around him. He decided not to make a fire that night, not wanting to risk being spotted. It was still cooler than usual, however, because he was between two ridges. He drank water and ate a bit. The food was cold, not the most appetizing. He had to though, to survive the night.
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Post by kyle on Jun 10, 2009 0:25:25 GMT -6
The next day would be a very eventful day. It started out pretty badly. This was because he was in a very cold area, no blankets, and his breakfast was going to be cold as well. But not frozen. This he managed by making a little fire, keeping his breakfast on for only minutes, then dousing the fire. No one noticed. Not a single bandit in the area noticed. Later that day, Kyle was walking though the rocks, when he saw a cave. For a fleeting moment, he wanted to dash in there and make a fire. Reality quickly snapped back, and he realized that the cave was probably the entrance to a home full of bandits. If not worse. Kyle had an idea, however. If his idea worked, he would be warm the coming night. His plan came to motion at night, which he waited for, literally. He stayed in the area, making sure he wasn't noticed by any of the residence. He was silent, and kept silent, when there was no more firelight flickering around in the cave. Some, but not much. Kyle snook into the cave. He made sure he left his most of his gear by where he was, bringing only his sword with him. He saw many dirty bundles, some dirtier than others. When he looked around, he saw the farthest from the group, who happened to be the smallest. He looked at the face of a filth-ridden teenager, much younger than Kyle. He was holding a knife by his side. Kyle had to do this very quietly. He took out a cloth, put the sleeping powder that he kept over it, then held it to the boy's face when he inhaled. At first, the boy struggled. He then relaxed his muscles, then drifted back to sleep, all without making too much of a ruckus. Kyle then took the banket, which wasn't half bad, except for the horrible dirt covering it. Kyle's skin crawled as he stepped out of the cave, holding the blanket with the tips of his fingers. He went to get his things, and after a while of walking, he muscled himself to hold it in one fistful. Oh, how anyone who knew him would be proud. His sleeping arrangements were set up like a half tent. It was tried to a tree (rope, another handy tool he had with him) and he laid down in his little tent. The night was much warmer, but he was used to cold nights. He was born and raised in Ilia.
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Post by kyle on Jun 13, 2009 15:55:57 GMT -6
The last day in the mountains between Lycia and Sacae was a short, uneventful one. He had found a nice area to rest, and had breakfast. This time, he risked a fire. However, the results were better than expected. That day there was fog throughout the range. The smoke was not noticed. He ate the meat he had, gratefully. He then gulped down his water, leaving some for later. He still had quite a bit of rations, but he wasn't going to chance an accident. Kyle wrapped up camp later, then headed south once more. By early evening, he got to the top area of the last mountain. He couldn't see further down, mostly because of the clouds. His trip down, however, was a tough one at first. Mostly, the rocks were jagged, sharp, dangerous. He once was climbing down, then slipped and cut his arm. By the time he got off the rocks, he was bleeding badly. Kyle cursed to himself, then took out his Vulnerary. He dripped the curious, watery substance onto his cut, and watched as the potion of sorts did exactly what Kyle needed and wanted. By nightfall, he was at the beginning of the tree line. He would rest there. He made a fire, even thought some of the fog cleared up. Kyle, starving form not resting to have lunch, dug into the food savagely. By the end of his meal, he had bits of meat around his mouth, and a bit farther. He quickly cleaned his mess up, tidied around where he would sleep, and made camp. He was sure to douse the fire with water, thoroughly. He fell asleep within a matter of minutes. This was the end of his journey passing through Sacae, and into Lycia. The question was, which part of Lycia would he be going?
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