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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 15, 2010 0:10:25 GMT -6
Richter turned to Clair. He had forgotten they were on their way to the treasury. Talk about getting sidetracked. "Yes, you should come," he replied. "After that, you can get your things packed up and finish anything else you need to do."
As he started walking towards the treasury, Richter turned to Clair. "So, how are you holding up? I know the battle took a lot out of all of us. Still fit for duty, I hope?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 15, 2010 20:59:41 GMT -6
"Quite fit, Sir." Clair let out a breath as she stepped alongside her commander. "It really was unnerving though, fighting those... things."
It was disturbing that the corpses had risen. Why here? Could the Ostians really be wicked enough that they couldn't rest in death? Does that even make sense?! "Commander, I've never heard of anything like that before. What were they? They seemed to fall only if you destroyed their head..." It had been a gruesome scene for one so young, but she'd found a reason to fight in sheltering others. That was where her will branched from.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 16, 2010 0:39:11 GMT -6
Richter's eyes grew dark. Those...monsters, those...things: they were nothing if not the some of the vilest things to ever walk this earth. Death was supposed to be the ultimate rest; what force could possibly cause the dead to walk again? "I..." started Richter, "...have no idea what those were." The mercenary shook his head. "In my mercenary company, some of the older soldiers would tell us stories of unsatisfied souls rising from the battlefield in order to take revenge on those who had wronged them." Richter shrugged and shook his head. "But those were just stories. Nobody in their right mind took them seriously." The High Officer's lips pursed, twisting as he thought. These bodies hadn't really been alive, they just moved. Was it some sort of magic? Waving his hand, he dismissed the subject. "This is kind of a grim conversation, I admit," he said, holding up the salary envelope. "Let's just go get our cash and be done with it."
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Lyar
The "Before" years
[M:0]
Incapacitate? I thought you said DEcapitate!
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Post by Lyar on Jan 16, 2010 22:33:43 GMT -6
Lyar was doodling in the dirt again as they were not heading out for the day, as he tried to draw a mythical creature his brother told him about which he called an elephant. However, the picture hardly looked accurate and he scribbled it away before looking back up the sky and the clouds, thinking deep philosophical thoughts...well, not really, he was mostly thinking about what would happen to himself and his brother now. They were stuck under the command of a good man, but he was under the command of a, well, bad man, that Prophet Fellow that that guy talked about in his book which Mavick took back...
Speaking of which he heard footsteps behind him and saw Mavick coming up, and thus went back into mental mode," HEY THERE LITTLE BROTHER!" he jumped to his feet, mentally grumbling, before bumbling over (making sure his footsteps were irregular), before doing his best to make himself trip, landing face first into the mud at Mavick's feet...oh the things he had to do to make his brother happy...
OOC: Into the mind of Lyar as he tries to be dumb.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 18, 2010 1:33:04 GMT -6
Clair was slightly disturbed that her Commander didn't know anything solid surrounding the monsters from the day before, but quickly realized that they had done everything they could. They'd fought against the monsters, and had survived the day. "I'm sorry Commander. Grim thoughts seem to be filling my head more than cheerful ones of late, but it makes me glad that we won yesterday. Not even these mystery horrors could destroy us."
Clair followed him to the palisades surrounding the treasury. There, she saw soldiers guarding the site, and a higher concentration of clergymen and monks. It looked fairly defensible. "Sir? This is taken everywhere the army travels?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 18, 2010 20:25:21 GMT -6
"It seems so," replied Richter. "I guess it's the safest way to store the army's funds if you're going to be on campaign for awhile. You'd think they could just wait until the tour was over, though this paycheck'll probably make quite a few soldiers pretty happy."
Richter approached the treasury where he was stopped by one of the guards. "Name and business," commanded the soldier in a no-nonsense attitude. Richter straightened up. "High Officer Richter Abend," replied the pink haired officer. "I have a salary notice from The Herald." Richter held up the letter, of which the treasury guard unceremoniously ripped from Richter's hand. The High Officer's brow furrowed in annoyance. Apparently when you guarded the treasury you didn't need to have respect...or manners. The man opened the envelope, read the letter, and nodded. "Alright, we'll have the money distributed by tonight," replied the soldier, saluting, then returning to his post.
With a sigh, Richter turned back to Clair. "Not nearly as much paperwork as I expected, but I guess I can consider that a blessing."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 19, 2010 9:28:36 GMT -6
Clair watched with interest. She'd decided that she was going to learn as much about how armies worked as she could. This was a chance to see how salaries were handled, something that she probably wouldn't deal with so much as a mercenary.
The pegasus Squire watched as her Commander walked up to the guards and had the note ripped from his hands. And he thinks his soldiers are unprofessional. Just look at that guard!
The guard looked the paper over for a moment before telling the High Officer that it would be distributed by that night. That's it? That was fast.
"I guess they want their High Officer's to be able to focus on more soldierly pursuits. Like training." Clair observed to him. "Speaking of which, would you take a spar with me again? I've improved quite a bit since last time." She was, perhaps, feeling just a bit to sure of herself now.
(We can timeskip through our packing, and stop at the arena, or something)
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 19, 2010 19:13:07 GMT -6
OoC: Let's do it
Richter nodded. A spar would be helpful in getting some of the tension off of his shoulders. "Sounds like a good idea," he replied. "Go pack up your things and meet me outside camp."
---------Time Skip---------
After packing up their belongings, the two made their way to a small grassy area outside of the camp, a good ways away from camp. The air was clearer here: no smell of rotting zombie bodies or dead men to plague their senses.
Richter put a hand on his neck, cracking it, then his knuckles. With a sigh, he grabbed the hilt of his sword, but didn't unsheathe it. He looked at Clair. She was still lacking in experience as far as he knew, so he couldn't go all out. This was more of a teaching spar than anything. "Ready?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 19, 2010 20:28:36 GMT -6
Clair arrived at the spot, Corona following her. The grooms had managed his keeping to just within the minimal standards Clair set. She'd gone ahead and brought him along anyway, since he would enjoy stretching his legs, plus the fact that the pegasus was the thing that made her more than just a lightly armored lance fighter. The pegasus wandered over and found a patch of grass to nibble on while watching his rider. "Stay over there Corona." The winged horse nickered as if to say "with pleasure" before going back to his green munchies.
Ah it feels good to breath cleaner air. "Ready Commander." She replied back to him. She focused on what was at at hand, and took a deep breath. That had been what she'd learned the first time they sparred. Grabbing her weapon from it's sling on her back, she pulled it down into a ready position, towards her commander. He had beaten her pretty badly the first time. This time she would do better.
Seeing that he had yet to draw his blade, she had an idea. She decided to try and keep him from drawing it. She took the blunt end of her weapon and tried to put it where Richter's weapon would have to pass through. From there she would be able to press in fairly easily and land a blow in his gut. Well if he didn't move, anyway.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 20, 2010 14:23:27 GMT -6
Richter eyed the lance being jutted out in front of him. Apparently, she was going to be a bit more aggressive this time around. Aggressive combat was something Richter respected. It showed him that his Assistant Officer was definitely in the fighting mindset.
The mercenary-officer's eyebrows furrowed as he got into his fighting stance. Realizing that the lance's position would cause any of his attempts to approach to end in a blow to the midsection, the High Officer ducked down. Tilting his sheath forward, he drew his sword straight out in front of him and slashed up at Clair's lance in an attempt to knock her out of her position.
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Adete
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Please, listen to my songs, and then decide if I'm useless."
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Post by Adete on Jan 20, 2010 21:04:11 GMT -6
(Ooc: I do not want Adete to be noticed just yet. Maybe after your little spar... 20 coins goes in favor of Richter.)
Adete stumbled across the Ostian Pass. A piccolo in one hand and a bag on his back, he stops and rests on a nearby rock. "Even if it's a short journey, I'm still out of breath. Perhaps I should've taken Nieah's horse..." He climbs onto a small boulder and rests. Looking around, he sees a tiny bit of... a flag?
Flag? But the news at Salvation Point said that... The Inquisional Army. The guys did say they were headed toward Ostia... He takes a small piece of meat, and takes a bite into it before putting it back in. After a small moment, he starts walking again. Armies mean cash... and food... and stuff for father! I don't need food, I'm fine. Food is nothing, I don't need it... Okay, maybe a little...
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 21, 2010 9:47:47 GMT -6
Clair went ahead and decided to go for the strike. As she thrusted the weapon toward his stomach though, he slipped away from it and struck upward. His reaction-blow caught her weapon near the point, giving it enough leverage to knock it a few feet out of placement.
She tried stepping away, trying to regain a bit of distance before her opponent could capitalize on the close range. Wyvern scales! I missed! She hadn't really been ready to pull back very well after throwing the strike. She'd been too committed.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Jan 21, 2010 20:56:28 GMT -6
OoC: I would like to warn people before they read this that it could be very shocking, and that viewer's questioned is advised.
IC: Morgoth became bored after a while, and took out his last piece of paper and his small pencil. He began to write the things Mavick had already told him.
1) Do not uss the short kut, it kud kil u. 2) Dont kal on mor powar than u kan handel b-kuz it kud kil u or lev u a emp-t bod-e whithowt a sol. 3) Dark majek is the majek uv nuthingnes.
Morgoth looked at the barley ledgable hand writing and the misspelled words. I think thats all so far. He then took out his tome and began flipping through it.
OoC: I told you ;D ;D ;D It took me half a class period to come up with the various spellings. I hope you get a good laugh from this.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 23, 2010 12:06:47 GMT -6
As Clair stepped away, Richter did not pursue, instead taking a step back to allow Clair pause. As he did, High Commander Ariston came up to the dueling pair. Richter, getting himself out of the fighting mindset, saluted. "Sir," he said professionally. Ariston saluted back. "While I appreciate your motivation to train with your Assistant Officer, it's late, and you two should rest up for tomorrow's trip. I'd hate for you to be exhausted for tomorrow's march." Turning to Clair, the commander nodded. "I bid you farewell, and I'll see you in the morning," he said, then walked off.
Richter frowned. It's true that it was late, but the best swordsmen knew you sharpened your blades after the fiercest battles. The High Officer just shook his head. As thin ice as he was on, arguing with his superior officer was a bad decision. He turned towards Clair. "We'll continue this later," he said, forcefully sheathing his sword and walking away. Richter didn't like to be interrupted in the middle of combat.
*THREAD CLOSED*
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