Lyar
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Post by Lyar on Jul 26, 2009 19:36:57 GMT -6
"Eh, I hear he's responsible for alot of bad stuff going on. Also know that he has the entire country on the verge (holy cow, big word) of bringing the country into the state of a self purge...again, and maybe into the other countries as well...why do ya ask? Does my baby brother have a role model? Is that where you get all your evil little ideals from? Well, you know-" he smiled, before leaning back too far in his chair and onto the floor, before quickly getting up, and continued right where he left off," -who I had as a role model? That one guy: Crowley the Magnificent. he would go around and slay dragons, and undead armies...with his BARE HANDS! Boy, I'd sure liked to have had an arm wrestling match with that guy, I'd finally have a challenging fight besides those ones you used to set me up in and make money off of!"
Oh the fond memories that to anyone but these two brothers would be incredibly odd...heck, you could write an entire story on their antics alone!
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
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Post by Mavick on Jul 26, 2009 20:54:04 GMT -6
Mavick smiled fondly. "And the money I earned from those fights bought us this house. Lyar, of all the idiots I have to deal with, you are and will always be my favorite." he praised, ladling the soup out into two bowls. One was roughly the size of the shamans head.
"But no, he's not my rolemodel. However, I find his tactics ingenious. Using religion to make himself practically a god in his country, then whiping out any who disagree with him under the guise of purging the world of evil. A clever man indeed. I would very much like to match my wits with him one die. Before I crush him, that is." The dark mage chuckled darkly before heaving the giants head-sized bowl over to him, before returning to fetch his own, normally weighted bowl. "What -does- concern me is that this may happen very soon." he added, sitting down. "Not that I'm afraid of losing. I never lose. However, typically every man like this has a horde of religious zealots who will set themselves on fire at his bidding. I, on the other hand, have to deal with generals, councils, Marquesses, and of course those damned civilians, which means it will be quite a headache. Still, it will be fun to watch his empire crumble around him." The tactitian ended, smiling sadistically.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Jul 27, 2009 15:14:14 GMT -6
(OOC: And that's one big head, man.)
Lyar took the giant sized bowl and the spoon he was given, tossed the spoon to the side, and began to wolf down the stew, spilling some onto himself, and some onto the table, the floor, and splashed some at Mavick...did I mention he was a messy eater yet? He finished the soup, hot and all, before coming up to a conclusion," Hey brother? How is that we both work for The mar-quest or whatever he's called, yet we don't have the amount of money you think we would?"
Why yes he can't stay on the same topic for long...
"If you stand around and yell at people and I sail around chop and steal from people? You think we could live in a much bigger house you know? That way you could have a bigger library for all those books you read! and I could have a bigger backyard to run around in!" he rested his feet back onto the table, his right foot in his now empty stew bowl.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
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Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 27, 2009 15:29:34 GMT -6
Mavick sighed, whiping soup splatters from his face. He didn't even bother to reprimand the giant. It would be useless. "Lyar, I've already explained this to you." he replied. "As a privateer, you don't recieve any payment from the Marquess. He merely permits you to commit acts of piracey without fear of reprimand. In other words, the only money you get is the money you take from another ship. As for myself, I am a tactitian. My job is to command troops and come up with strategies in times of war, and am paid according to my skill. However, as you can see, it is peace time, therefor my payment is only standard wages."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Jul 27, 2009 15:36:03 GMT -6
"Oh...hey brother! Let's go to the bar! I want you to meet my friends!" why yes, Lyar was jumpier than usual today, and that's saying something," It's about time you hung out with men who havn't been dead for years...and arn't on paper." a shrug before he jumped to his feet...well, tried. He fell to the floor, before jumping to his feet officially, dusting himself up, before shifting from one foot to the other," Come on! Eat faster! Faster!" he was whining like a little kid...again...
...big surprise.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Jul 27, 2009 15:43:11 GMT -6
Mavick groaned. "I am -not- going to the bar to meet your friends, Lyar. We both know I will hate the entire thing, and that they will provoke me into blowing off their heads." he replied, slowly and calmly dipping his stew into the bowl, raising it to his mouth in a manner that horribly contrasted Lyar's barbaric eating habits.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Jul 27, 2009 15:51:02 GMT -6
"PLEASE!" Lyar whined, shifting from one foot to another,"Come on! It'll be fun! PLEEEEASE!" why yes he was having a child-like fit, though after awhile let out a huff, giving up, then went over to where the rest of the stew was, and picked up the large pot," You never like my friends." with this, he went back to his seat, sat down, and began to take stew by the handful and continued eating. Quite honestly, Mavick had to learn that Lyar had a big appetite after a good whine.
"Hey brother? I'm bored..."
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Aug 25, 2009 18:24:42 GMT -6
"And I have a migraine that will only trully leave me after you've become a cadaver." he replied. He was pretty sure Lyar didn't know what cadaver meant. "Now use your spoon. You are a civilised human being." 'Although sometimes I have my doubts...'
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Aug 25, 2009 20:23:34 GMT -6
"It is much easier to eat with your hands, Mavick. Then again, you wouldn't want your precious books getting finger marks on them now would ya?" with this, he continued on shoveling the stew into his wide mouth, before lifting the iron pot to his lips, and slurping the rest of the content down, unbuckled his belt as to not have to deal with the discomfort of wearing one with a full stomach, before leaning over the table to let out a belch in his brother's face," Mmmmm MMMM! Brother, you make a darn good stew! You know, I think it was in Bern where it was a custom to belch after a good meal...or was it Etruria...or maybe it was this house, I forget!" a shrug here, before staring off into space, imagining he was some king in a land he would name after himself...he would call this land: Lyarburg...
...but of course that was all a dream, as a lot of his thoughts were.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Sept 27, 2009 10:25:41 GMT -6
Mavick regarded Lyar with a cold, murderous stare, his left eye twitching."You know what, Brother?" he growled. "If I hadn't promised Mother on her death bed that I wouldn't kill you, I would kill you." He swore.
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Nov 4, 2009 16:29:10 GMT -6
OOC: We now bring you another exciting day in the life of Mavick and Lyar!
IC: Later that day...
Lyar returned to their home, reeking of booze (which he did not drink), fish, and covered in what one could only hope was mud, and slammed the door shut behind him, beaming as if he'd just won the lottery (which he did not), kicked off his muddy boots, dropped his muddy shirt and undershirt to the ground, before sitting back in his chair, flexing his massive muscles before-
"MAVICK! I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME! WHAT ARE WE EATIN!" he bellowed with a voice of thunder, a dog barking somewhere outside. He'd be shipping out in the afternoon for more work, and wanted to spend some more time with his small sibling, and have another nice, home-cooked meal first, as he rested his dirty feet on the table, small pools of mud from his socks were scattered here and there on the carpet, the floor, the table, the chairs...
...He'd been out babysitting the neighborhood kids, it was one of his hobbies...plus the parents got to get rid of their kids for an afternoon AND not pay anything, so the only person who lost was Mavick. It was raining outside now, and the seas would be getting choppy, but...such is the life of a privateer...now where was that midget mage," COME ON BROTHER! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! GET YOUR NOSE OUT OF THOSE BOOKS AND COME OUT HERE!"
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Aleth
Hero
Everything you can do I can do one handed!
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Post by Aleth on Nov 5, 2009 21:38:08 GMT -6
Aleth wiped away some strands of her soaked wet hair to get a better view of Ostia. Since her arrival, two weeks ago, she hadn't been able to find one job in the place. Lately all she had been doing was pretty much a messenger girl, delivering letters, notes, and memos to the residents scattered everywhere. There was no end to the work, but that only meant that she is working for the pay. It wasn't bad here, the weather is nicer than the part of Illia she was raised in and the people here were nice.
With her only hand, she held the last delivery of the day. It was a small package, the top labeled with the address and the title,"Payment." Not exactly what you should put on top of hand deliveries, but Aleth never stole. Making her way through the muddy streets, her eyes barely able to make out her goal, she carefully made sure not to get the thing too wet. One of the biggest problem just arose, she only had one arm, that was already occupied with holding the very thing she was supposed to deliver. Sure, she was a bright smart kid, but sometimes common sense was never pleasant with her. Her resolve came, with slamming her forehead straight into the door multiple times.
(OOC: Can be your house or a neighbors, she can also be at the wrong address, who knows ;3)
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Lyar
The "Before" years
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Post by Lyar on Nov 5, 2009 22:57:20 GMT -6
When the door started knocking, Lyar got up with a start, and shuffled to the door, the sounds of clanking armor could be heard as he swung it upon right when some girl was about to hit her head against it," Oh! Are we playing headbutt? That's my favorite game!" He trumpeted happily like a child, an obvious difference compared to his massive size. He then took a moment to look down at her as the rain began to pour down," Oh my you sure are wet? Cold too I'd presume! Come in come in!"
Not taking no for an answer, he grabbed her arm (not yet noticing her lack of another) and pulled her inside, childish smile on his face, before closing the door. "My little brother was just about to make supper if you want some...MAVICK! WE HAVE A VISITOR! GET OUT HERE AND SAY HELLO!" he roared, before flopping back down in his muddy chair, from his time out playing with the local kids, before taking a whiff of the stew that was being cooked: Mavick may be a pain to deal with sometimes, but he sure did cook well," So, why are you here? What's your name? Where are you from? Hey, what's that in your hand? Is it for us?" It was only in his midway of usual bombardments of questions that he noticed the letter in her hand, then noticed her lack of another, but disregarded it as some sort of child game, and so put his right arm behind his back also...then fell out of his chair.
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Mavick
Seer
Little Strategist
"The Darkness... It consumes me."
Posts: 208
Etruria Fame: -2
Sacae Fame: 1
Affinity: Dark
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Post by Mavick on Nov 10, 2009 18:23:50 GMT -6
"LYAR!" Mavick boomed, storming out of the kitchen with a dark red face. "IF I'VE TOLD YOU ONCE, I'VE TOLD YOU ATHOUSAND TIMES: TAKE THOSE INFERNAL BOOTS OFF WHEN YOU ENTER THE DAMNED HOUSE!" Still fuming, he turned to the girl with the package. "You must be the delivery girl." he stated. "Allright, go set that down on the table. Lyar, get a towel. Since she's here, she might as well outwait the storm." He stated, a rare glimmer of kindness in his words.
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Lyar
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Post by Lyar on Nov 10, 2009 18:43:15 GMT -6
"Awww! Brother is being nice for a change! This type of weather always makes him happy. I remember once, when we was little kids and all, he was crying on a nice sunny day, but laughin' and playin' during a storm!" Mavick had been crying then because lyar had been making a house out of his little brother's books when they fell into the dirt. With this, he galloped on down the hallway of their house, and soon returned with a Lyar sized red towel, and set it down behind one of the chairs before taking his own seat," I wonder what it is? Why don't you read it?" this was because Lyar's reading skills were along the lines of Mavick's skill in hand-to-hand combat: nonexistent.
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