Shadow
Shaman
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Post by Shadow on Oct 23, 2009 5:43:23 GMT -6
The shaman had left his inspecting for later, and had continued to climb upward, when Shadow noticed Zaath. He was a well-mannered myrmidon, who kept silent. There were similarities, but Shadow would not bring them up. He decided to listen to the man.
Shadow thought the question the myrmidon had asked him was a bit open, but still too personal to delve in too deeply. The shaman gave a slight nod with his head in the direction of the priest, saying, "Back in Etruria, I met Alphonse in a town. I decided to travel with him." The dark mage's response was short and sweet; right to the point.
As he continued to climb, also keeping in mind that Zaath was still around, Shadow thought about why he had come. Yes, he did want to leave Etruria, and Alphonse looked like he could use some protection, but it seemed like there was a bit more to it than that. The dark mage knew that if he were to go anywhere, one destination that was a priority was Bern. Shadow had to know what has been going on, and to see how his mother was faring. Perhaps he could speak with the man who had interested him in the studies of elder magic as well. Shadow thought how nice that would be, now that he was traveling.
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Post by Gabriel on Oct 26, 2009 20:01:53 GMT -6
The climbing continued for a short while. Upon getting a hold of another ledge, Gabriel took a look around. By his calculations, they probably were about 50 meters higher than the ground below. He took a look around, and noticed that the ledge went around the mountain, possibly even up to the other side.
"Hey, guys. I think we might be able to take a shortcut here" he said, pointing to his right. The ledge became somewhat wider over there, with enough room even for someone to walk side by side with Papilion, which made it much safer than just going up as they had been so far.
"Alphonse, after we get through the mountain range, how much further do we have to go before we reach that place you're headed to?" Gabriel asked the priest, hoping to hear something like "Oh, it's just behind the mountain" or similar. He hoped a few Pegasus Knights would take them back across the mountain when they needed to head back, at least.
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Alphonse
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Post by Alphonse on Oct 31, 2009 9:51:26 GMT -6
"No idea," Alphonse said to gabriel "I'm not quite sure where we are, once we get over this death trap of a cliff I'll know where we are." Alphonse continued behind the group, trying to focus on only the climbing and not how far up he was. His hands were starting to get vary cold and his legs were shaking.
Alphonse looked up at Shadow and called out "How you doin' up there Shadow?" wanting some conversation to get his mind off the cold weather. Alphonse pondered for a bit as to why the shaman had come with them in the first place; he could of just left Alphonse in Etruria, but instead he followed. He shook his head trying to get the thought out of his mind. I should just be grateful that he came along.
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Shadow
Shaman
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Post by Shadow on Oct 31, 2009 11:35:12 GMT -6
The shaman decided to give the myrmidon some time to respond. That was, if he was going to respond at all. Shadow decided to keep climbing up. A ledge was ahead of him, but he decided to still climb over it. Pushing himself forward with his legs, he dark mage was able to grab hold with both hands. There were areas that Shadow could be used to place his feet. He then continually did this, until he was on the ledge, panting. The shaman looked at his hands, seeing only some blood on his left hand. The right hand just stung a bit.
The dark mage looked over the edge of his sitting place, and saw Alphonse as he called to him. He responded, loud enough for the priest to hear, "I'm fine; what about you?" Shadow was mildly concerned with the priest. Sure, he grew up in this country, but the mountain was rough on everyone. No Ilian would wonder off to scale a mountain, unless it was truly necessary.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
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Post by Saturos Prox on Nov 1, 2009 12:06:05 GMT -6
Saturos had remained silent in the front. "Hmm," he muttered to himself. "Kid really did live out in the middle of nowhere. Makes sense how a band of mercenaries could get a vice grip on the town. There's no one for miles to say otherwise." Saturos brushed some snow out of his hair. "I hope they aren't still there."
Reaching the top before everyone else, Saturos stopped for a breather. Even for him, that was a workout. Looking out across a flat field of snow and rocks, Saturos spotted some buildings in the distance. "I think we made it," he called back to the rest of the group. "Time for some rest and relaxation. I can tell, you guys need it."
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 9, 2009 20:36:55 GMT -6
They had to sleep on the other side of the mountain that day. It was already late by the time they had reached the top. The following day was clear, thankfully, as yesterday's snowing had blocked the sun, and made the place much colder.
Gabriel woke up with some small fever and a cold. "Achoo!"
"Had I known I'd end up in Ilia I would have brought a coat or some--achoo! Damn" he said, rather annoyed. No one seemed to be awake. To be expected, given that most were really tired from climbing up the rather small mountain. He cursed himself for not being able to find a path around it, but knew that it wouldn't help now. Thankfully, the path down seemed much more easy on the group. They had some of the left overs from the day before. Gabriel had managed to start the fire to re-cook the meat, after having some directions and help from Errol. It was only a few hours later that they got to the entrance of the village Saturos had seen from the top.
"Think I'll be able to find a Bishop or the like to try and cure me?" he asked no one in particular. Alphonse had offered to help, but his healing powers were simply not enough.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Nov 9, 2009 20:46:31 GMT -6
Saturos walked up from behind Gabriel. He had woken up early and had scouted out the area. Nothing particularly interesting, but that was just the kind of thing he did. Their walk over had been uneventful to say the least.
"I don't think we'll be able to find a Bishop out in this neck of the woods," he said in response to Gabriel's question. Taking off his cape, he tossed it to Gabriel. "Use this to keep yourself warm. We can check in at an inn and I'll buy you a nice bowl of warm soup. My treat," he said with a friendly grin. Turning towards the village, Saturos stroked his chin. "I wonder if he still lives here," he thought to himself.
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Alphonse
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Post by Alphonse on Nov 9, 2009 21:50:08 GMT -6
Alphonse was at the head of the group, looking side to side for any sign of an inn. He turned his head slightly towards the direction of Gabriel and Saturos and said "Saturos is right, there probably isn't a Bishop for miles out in this snowy wasteland." Alphonse winced a little and adjusted his robe on his right side and slipped something back up to its original position.
He looked ahead and could see an inn ahead not too far away. "I can see the inn just up ahead." It had been so long since he had been to this area, but he'd still would be surprised if people had forgotten about his father; according to him, everyone had known him in the area. Hopefully he wasn't exaggerated too much...
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Shadow
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Post by Shadow on Nov 11, 2009 21:58:03 GMT -6
Shadow simply watched the events unfold... as uneventful as they were. From climbing the mountain, to entering the village. To all, even to Alphonse, he was silent. During the trip, he simply peered across the landscape, noticing all details. To the shaman, this trip was indeed difficult, but somewhat enjoyable. Still, Shadow knew that all (not including Alphonse) were at the very least, unnerved by his presence.
As the darkly clothed man listened to the group converse, he examined the village. Shadow suddenly found an excuse to leave the group for a short amount of time. The shaman started walking, simply passing all the other members of the group. He did not disturb them, Shadow simply brushed past them silently.
When the shaman was out of sight from the group, he began examining the buildings. Shadow was looking for a library. Yet at the same time, there was another reason. The group, those people, he couldn't stand it. Sure, one man was easy enough to travel with, but when you add more, Shadow got nervous. Some may even use the word, 'crazy.' Still, the shaman continued his search.
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Post by Gabriel on Nov 11, 2009 23:11:12 GMT -6
Gabriel caught Saturos' cape and used it to cover his body. Though neither Saturos' cape nor the cloth he carried really did anything to keep him warmer, they did serve to stop the wind from hitting him full on. "Thanks" he managed to stutter while shivering. "I guess I'll go and see if we can spend the night here. The sooner I get some rest, the better. Hope none of you minds" he added, and started walking.
He managed to stumbled across town, following Alponse's comment of the whereabouts of the inn. Gabriel walked a hundred meters along what seemed like the town's main street and found the inn. It was actually just a normal two story house, but it would do. He entered, still shivering, and asked the clerk if he had enough room for seven to spend the night. He said that the four rooms he had were empty, so we could split in pairs and each pair would take a room.
The cost wouldn't be too high, thankfully. No one seemed to come round these parts much, and the inn served as a restaurant of sorts, which the clerk explained was the way they actually kept the place running. He came out of the place, waving at the still standing group.
Three, four, five...wait. Where's Papilion?
Gabriel had seen Shadow walking past them as soon as they got to town, but he couldn't recall the last time he saw Papilion. It was probably before they got to the camping site on the side of the mountain.
I...guess he'll be okay.
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Saturos Prox
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Post by Saturos Prox on Nov 12, 2009 1:25:09 GMT -6
Saturos waved back to Gabriel and walked off. He wanted to check out the village some more. Looking around, he could see it was a quiet, quaint little place. Everyone seemed to go about their life, oblivious of the world outside of their small little town. Walking through the streets, Saturos would nod to the passerby, and the villagers would nod back. He got quite a fair amount of attention, seeing how Saturos was completely under dressed for the frigid cold weather. It didn't bother him though, he'd be back inside soon.
Continuing along, Saturos came to an old, snow covered wreck of a house. Judging by what was left of the frame, it was quite large. Well, large relatively speaking for the village it was in. An older man, noticing Saturos, strode up next to him. "That's the old Abend house," the man said. Saturos raised an eyebrow. "Abend you say?" he said inquisitively, turning his head towards the man. The man nodded. "Yup," he said solemnly, "quite the clan of mercenaries they were. All six of them, save for the girl." "What happened?" "The youngest son, Richter I think it was, pissed off the mercs who used to run this town. Cheeky boy he was. It's sad really. They burnt down the house and killed the mother and the older son. The father managed to get out with the youngest daughter, but died later of injuries. Quite the vicious fighter he was." The old man paused, sighing and staring at the wreck. "Did they kill Richter?" asked Saturos. The old man shook his head. "No, no, they left him alive to see it. Poor boy. Next thing we knew, he was packing his bags and leaving for god knows where. Nobody has seen him since. His sister wishes he'd come home, but I remember the look in that young man's eyes. He's not coming back. Never." "So she's still here?" asked Saturos. The man turned his eyes towards the inn. "Yeah, she works as the barmaid down at the inn," he said. Saturos looked at the old man and smiled. "Ah, well then, I'll head over there," he said, walking off. "Did you know the Abends?" the old man asked Saturos. "I knew Richter once," replied Saturos with a wave, still walking towards the inn.
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Zaath
Myrmidon
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices will inevitably make us."
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Post by Zaath on Nov 16, 2009 10:14:38 GMT -6
"Ahh, sorry! I spaced a bit..!" Zaath called after Shadow, but bit his tongue when he saw the man standing over the village, then decided it was an appropriate time to leave the standard response-remark, saying "I see. The two of you have traveled in a pair for quite a while." Zaath studied the shaman with increasing intensity. "Sorry if I bothered you. I'll be on my way..."
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Alphonse
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Post by Alphonse on Nov 16, 2009 18:56:54 GMT -6
Alphonse walked past Gabriel into the inn, shooting him a smile for no particular reason. He looked around at the inn; its walls were a dark-drown wood that looked like they would smell of aged pine, there were a few tables around the floor able to seat up to four people, barley, a fire place sat in a cozy corner of the inn with thin, flat rocks making up the mantle and a small fire blinking from within. Alphonse looked up at the innkeeper, preparing to walk towards him until he heard something behind him. He turned his head over his shoulders to see a young women cleaning the tables. Alphonse sighed with relief and walked up to the innkeeper.
"You must be witha that young man ova thar," he said nudging his head towards Gabriel. "Rooms are down thar," he said pointing down a hallway. Alphonse liked the man's Irish accent, it was harsh and somehow friendly, like how a loud, drunken friend would talk. "Thats not what I came up here to talk about," Alphonse said reaching into his robe and pulling out a bundled up piece of cloth. "I hope," Alphonse said unwrapping the cloth, revealing the tip of a sword; a broken sword. "I hope that you might recognize this." The innkeeper examined the blade and picked it up with the cloth, "Its heava! I've neva seen any of kinda blade like this before." The innkeeper eyes then widened and he then thought for a second. "Wait a secona, I know whera I've seen this," the innkeepers face suddenly lit up with delight. This is Ol' Mal's blade! Where'd ya get this? Did he send ya to give it to ma? I knew he hadn't forgotten!" Alphonse starred at the innkeeper, dumbfounded. By "Mal" he assumed he meant his father, and it looked as though he knew him quite well. "Actually, I brought this here of my own accord," he said snatching the blade from the innkeepers hands and wrapping the blade again. "I found it at me old house back in Etruria a while back. Do you know what happened to "Mal"? Do you know where my father is?" The innkeepers face turned serious, and then into amazement and curiosity. "You're Mal's son aren't ya? He told me about ya, said you'er dead. The innkeeper sighed and shook his head. Sorry son, I haven't seen our father for quite some time now, he left with'ou sayin' a word"
Alphonse nodded and looked down at the neatly wrapped blade under his hands. "Was there a young girl with him," he said, not wishing to hear the answer. Ya! Thar was. She stayed with'm for the time he lived up here. Not sure what happened to her, or what her name was..." The bartender said, struggling to remember the girls name. The barmaid , done with cleaning the tables looked up with curiosity at the two men and said, "Are you.. are talking about Trisha?" Her voice was soft and quite, she had innocent look too here, one that was like that of an abused puppy, though clearly she looked fine. Alphonse looked behind him at the girl in shock, but tried not to show it. "Where is she?" He asked in a calm voice. The barmaid thank for a second, here right elbow resting on here right hand. She suddenly looked a bit sad, then answered Alphonse, "I can show you where she is tomorrow. He was ready to grab her buy the collar and yell "I want to see her now!", but he just nodded and walked back towards the door. Patience... he told himself. You will get to see her soon, very soon.
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Shadow
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Post by Shadow on Nov 18, 2009 18:02:14 GMT -6
It wasn't long before the dark mage realized that finding any books around here would be hopeless. Either there was no library, or they were hiding it from him. The last option was completely plausible. While walking down the snow-covered pathways, Shadow say people scurry out of his way, still staring at him. One woman hurried inside, shut the house up, and was peeking out a window.
Soon, the shaman was heading for the inn, unintentionally. Shadow decided that it was best decision, even if he wanted to be alone. There was no escaping the suspicious eyes. It did annoy the shaman.
The door opened, and silently closed after Shadow. The dark mage avoided any eye contact, even with his hood on. He went straight for a table that was open. As he sat, Shadow felt eyes peering at him. Still, the shaman pulled out a book from his cloak, and began to fake read. Shadow usually did this when he didn't trust his surroundings enough. He kept an eye out with his peripheral vision.
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Zaath
Myrmidon
"We all make choices, but in the end, our choices will inevitably make us."
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Post by Zaath on Nov 18, 2009 20:23:59 GMT -6
Zaath, after making his awkward trek to the Inn( People here are suspicious of black clad swordsmen and the like, he supposed), glanced around the interior. It was a fairly nice place, medium height ceiling, well furnished, even a breakfast nook. There was no way he had the money to purchase a room.
Zaaths spirits, or what little existed within him, sank with the epiphany that he would have to rest outside the Inn on the snowy, hard ground. "Oh well," Zaath said under his breath, "Even if I could, I'd rather use the money to sooth the hunger pangs." He removed his last dried piece of venison from his satchel and ate the few bites of tough meat it had to offer, but at least it was something.
Zaath proceeded to walk out to the front of the Inn and took out a small sauce pot from his pack and filled it with the purest snow he could find. Though he had ran out of solid food, Zaath had a few tea leaves left that he could use to make a full pot, then hopefully exchange a cup full for a bit of food, but even if not Zaath understood it was important to establish a connection with his companions.
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