Night
Mercenary
[M:-700]
Posts: 140
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Post by Night on Dec 30, 2009 19:52:36 GMT -6
Night stumbled down the stairs of the closed tavern, and let out a large groan as he collapsed onto one of the bar stools. "Oi, my head..." he groaned, rubbing his throbbing forhead. It felt like it was going to split open. "Alice!" he groaned. "Alice, got anything for a hangover?" he pleaded. "My heads going to burst!"
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Alcibie
Bishop
The Innkeeper Life Giver
Where does it say Cleric's are automatically a piece of eye candy?
Posts: 258
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Post by Alcibie on Jan 11, 2010 12:11:17 GMT -6
Alcibie watched as Night made his usual trip down the stairs. It never ceased to amaze her when he made it all the way down without falling on his face. Night called out her real name and she just sighed. He was such a…well her husband.
“Yes, yes.” She spoke softly grabbing a glass from the other side of the counter and dropping it down in front of the man. “No bursting of heads allowed. I still need to get the brain cleaned up from the last time.” Alcibie joked. …It was a joke right?
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Night
Mercenary
[M:-700]
Posts: 140
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Post by Night on Jan 12, 2010 9:42:52 GMT -6
Night blindly groped for the glass and grabbed it. Bringing it to his mouth, he brought it straight up into the air, downing it. Slamming it back down, he groaned again, and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't know how I survived without you." he commented. "Lilly's never going to drink. I swear it, I will never let that child let a drop of alcohol touch her tongue. It's just not worth it..."
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Jan 13, 2010 6:09:57 GMT -6
Now where did she go? Valorian had, as was common for the last few days, lost track of Jya. She had this bad habit of vanishing and then showing up with no warning. Of course she was never any worse for ware, but he knew that old habits died hard. He'd resolved it though, her change would have to be just that, her choice. It wasn't right for him to keep forcing change on her as he had been, though he'd meant no harm from it.
But now, he searched for her. And as he passed another of the local pubs, he peaked inside. He'd entered less the a few feet when he noticed it was empty, save the barmaid and one hungover customer in the middle of conversation.
"Excuse me...has anyone been in here yet this morning?" He posed the question to them.
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Alcibie
Bishop
The Innkeeper Life Giver
Where does it say Cleric's are automatically a piece of eye candy?
Posts: 258
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Post by Alcibie on Jan 13, 2010 22:32:51 GMT -6
“Oh I am sure you would have survived somehow, you’re like some kind of magical survivalist thing.” Alcibie waved her hand in the air motioning as she rambled. Night wasn’t allowed to die or disappear or any of that craziness.
Alcibie blinked looking over Night’s slouched form to the visitor. “Nope, no one has been in here. We’re still closed, but I doubt you’re here for a drink.” Alcibie could smell the holy from where she was standing behind the bar. Powerful smell that was. The clergy always seemed to carry their job with them, and this man…boy was no different.
Alcibie left that life. She much prefers the ways of man. Bars and Brawls were much more Fun than prays and preaching. What would Saint Elimine have to say about that? The Saint would probably come in on a Unicorn or Pegasus and slay her where she stood golden hair and all.
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Jan 14, 2010 9:41:08 GMT -6
Valorian looked about with a sigh, he'd been looking for over an hour around the town, and he was starting to get a little winded.
"Ah, I see so she didn't come here. Would you mind if I sat down for a moment? It's been a long morning." He explained to the barkeep. In truth, she seemed nice enough to not begrudge him a seat, but some people were territorial about their establishments.
The man their looked like he'd drunk far too much the last evening. And while Valorian could probably concoct something for a hangover, he didn't practice it. People should learn the repercussions of their actions.
"You have a fun night I assume?" He asked to Night.
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Night
Mercenary
[M:-700]
Posts: 140
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Post by Night on Jan 14, 2010 19:17:01 GMT -6
Night raised his head and gave the little holy man the biggest, dumbest grin ever (AKA, the Scoot Grin ^_^). "Thats my name, don't wear it out!" he cheered, only to grab his head in pain. "Gah...dammit...Honey, can I have another?" he pleaded, giving his wife the most pathetic look he could muster. At the boys request, he waved a hand before returning it to his head. "Sure, have a seat. We don't sell alcohol to kids though."
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Jan 15, 2010 8:37:08 GMT -6
Valorian blinked once at his comment...what an odd man. Probably still drunk, but that was fine. What was odd is that he was, apparently, the husband of the barmaid. Which made him the bars owner...lying crumpled on a stool hungover. At the remark of no alcohol to children, Valorian struggled to keep from laughing.
"Oh that is quite fine, I don't drink anyway." He said to the bemoaning barkeeper, looking to his wife with a half grin. Taking care of a helpless person, why did he feel like he related to that lately?
Instead of striking up a conversation directly, he sat down and placed his staff aside on the table, as he observed the couple amused.
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Alcibie
Bishop
The Innkeeper Life Giver
Where does it say Cleric's are automatically a piece of eye candy?
Posts: 258
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Post by Alcibie on Jan 16, 2010 15:27:27 GMT -6
“Really? You must be suffering.” Alcibie smirked to Night as he whined. Night did look pretty pathetic, and she took pity on him pulling another remedy from somewhere behind the counter maybe she was used to this.
“Yes, well Clergymen don’t drink alcohol.” Alcibie gave Valorian a look which spelled out you are a churchly man.
“Where are you from anyway?” Alcibie asked looking to the young healer. Knowing it would take Night a few seconds to grow up into the conversation.
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Jan 17, 2010 9:56:02 GMT -6
Val smiled at her comment, but then added his own choice few words. "Oh I don't abstain because of the churches rulings. All too often, church members will disagree, and fights are started to prove who is 'right.' It is my belief that one must simply do as they feel is right, we can ask no more from them." He said, with a smile to the barmaid. "After all, what right does someone else have to tell us what is right or wrong?"
The words sunk into his own behavior more then anything else. Maybe he should live as he preached...
"Ah, where am I from?" He pondered the question curiously. "Well, I've been all over Elibe in my travels, and I don't really claim any allegiance anymore, but I was born in Bern. I can assume you are of Lycian lineage?"
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Alcibie
Bishop
The Innkeeper Life Giver
Where does it say Cleric's are automatically a piece of eye candy?
Posts: 258
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Post by Alcibie on Jan 18, 2010 14:55:28 GMT -6
“Actually, I was raised in Etruria, which is where I met this big lug.” Alcibie pointed to Night and smirked to the crazy mercenary. “Believe me the rest of the story involves Dragons and Zombies. So it is really not very exciting.” Alcibie spoke the words in a manner to get a laugh out of the bishop, not like she was going to actually tell him her life story.
“Do you have any news of the outside world? I’m sure since you’re a traveler you actually have news from other places.” Actually, Alcibie really did not care as much about other places, just Etruria and Lycia. Though any news about the deranged Prophet would be useful.
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Valorian
Sage
[M:-1030]
Where there is life, there is hope.
Posts: 484
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Post by Valorian on Jan 18, 2010 21:21:19 GMT -6
Dragons and Zombies eh? Then she was...so that was it.
"Ah...so you were involved in that whole affair, I see." He looked up to her as if to say 'I know more then you think I do.'
"At any event, I've seen some interesting things lately, and I suppose I can share them here..." If they were involved in that affair, they probably weren't bad people. "Well let's see, I can say that I came from Sacae recently, where the Prophet's army set up an outpost that was destroyed by Sacaens. After that though, they set their sights towards the crown jewel of the Lycian League."
He kept a stone expression as he delivered his next bit of news.
"The state of Ostia is no more, the castle razed, and the village burned to the ground. The people either burned, enslaved...or cursed by some odd magic..." He maintained a gaze at the barmaid, to see how she'd react to this dark news.
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Garnet
Hero
The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
Posts: 330
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Garnet on Feb 5, 2010 19:06:25 GMT -6
Garnet, the Etrurian mercenary, was returning from the southwest of Lycia. It had been maybe a week since he'd set out from this very place. He and a small band had set out on foot to go track down a specific bandit camp. Garnet's part in that was finished, so he returned now. Actually, It'd seemed rather successful to him.
He looked up at the sign over the doorway of the place in front of him. It read "The Soldier of Fortune". He smiled at the memory of the place. The arena out back seemed to still be in shape, but the window had possibly gotten a little more beat up since last time.
He entered the barn out back where he'd left his horse in the care of the owners of the place. The smell of the stables filled the place.
"Hey Fable... How's the week been?" Garnet let the grey horse sniff his hand as he came up to the gate of the stall. He rubbed the horse's neck, getting reacquainted, before going and grabbing some hay to give the horse. He headed back to the tavern, dusting his hands as he went. He went through the door.
It was still early in the day, and there were few people there as yet. Garnet saw Night and Alcibie over by the counter, and there was also a young man in priestly garb by the bar. Suspicion immediately clouded his visage. Priests were usually from Etruria. He had a problem with the Prophet's lackeys... He took a seat over in a booth where he could watch the group. He set his damaged chest plate down on the ground, leaning against his bench.
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Francis
The "Before" years
[M:0]
I Hate Small Towns
Posts: 34
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Post by Francis on Feb 8, 2010 1:46:25 GMT -6
Francis had made a choice. Between staying with Theian once he got his payment, or following the man in red who he now considered a friend...
His choice was obvious as he traveled the countryside, following tracks when he could, for Garnet had not gotten too far ahead of him, and add that to his life as a nomad, ones skills tend to hone in that lifestyle...however he soon lost the tracks and to follow through with his wandering in where he hoped was Laus. On occasion he would kidnap a traveler and demand that they tell him the direction...
...old habits die hard...
...well, after a weeks time he had finally made his way to Laus, land of horses...well...
now what? People said the best place to find information was a bar...and he sure could use some food and place to sit down as well...his feet were killing him. Wandering through the town, he eventually came to a building entitled: Soldier of Fortune.
Weren't Mercenaries called Soldiers of Fortune...wasn't he one now? And thus with this baffling logic, Francis stepped inside...
OOC: Huzzah for ellipses abuse.
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Garnet
Hero
The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
Posts: 330
Etruria Fame: 1
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Post by Garnet on Feb 9, 2010 14:45:15 GMT -6
Garnet quickly tired of the waiting game. In order to have something to do to keep his hands busy, he started writing down his story and the events he had witnessed. He gathered up a bit of parchment from near a wall with other papers on it, and removed a shaped bit of lead from his pocket. As he sat back down and started writing, his hand steadied into the bold print that his Uncle had taught him. "A guard, when on duty, needs to know and show that he is in charge. His writing should be no different." That's what Garnet had been taught and now he would make use of it.
My story would have been simple, but now it's been made complex.
I was born a Lycian, in the province of Araphen. My parents died when I was very young, but I was not forgotten. My father had a close relative in Etruria. A brother who was named Bryant. He took me in there, and raised me as his own son. I wish I could have known my own father, but there wasn't anyone else I would rather have had than Bryant.
My life there was rather ordinary, I imagine. Common to those throughout many lands. My home was south of Delfia, west of a forest, and north of the river which bisects that land. I worked in the town, wrestled with the boys there... The only times that were not favored were when the town came under attack. Well, okay, I never liked scooping out the horse stalls but the bandits which came were of a different sort of trouble...
Bryant was a guard in our militia. When I reached the right age, he asked me if I wanted to learn how to fight like they did. Of course, my was an excited "Yes"! I began showing up at the militia's training drills. Pretty soon, I had been accepted as an honorary member of our group, and soon was accepted as a full member.
Life continued normally. Bryant took up the job of being our Captain after the old leader finally stepped down. We remained relatively unaffected by all the turmoil around us in the world.
It was all destroyed one day though. I don't know any of the true motives behind the event. Perhaps someone in our town had angered someone in authority at Delfia. Perhaps some other reason. The reason won't repair the wrong though. On that terrible night, a mob of angry zealots were directed to my home. Not my home as in MY home, but as in my entire village. There were shouts of "heretic" and "blastphemers". Fire was set loose on my home. I watched as my Uncle Bryant was crushed beneath the angry crowd. I was pushed off a steep embankment. I'm amazed I didn't break my neck in the tumble.
I managed to escape. I met up with a Sir Rayl of Pherae and traveled a short while with him. He and his companions, though perhaps they don't realize it, helped me to see that my purpose as a guard of the people still stands. There are those left who need shelter from the criminals of the world. Whether they wear the garb of a bandit or a prophet.
I say all these things so that those who read may know that not all of Etruria is evil. People are people, and homes are homes wherever they may be. Don't give in to hating a country, just because the leader threatens with war.
My story was complex, but now I've made it simple. My purpose is to help the weak when I am needed. I'll travel to Etruria. I don't know what one man may accomplish there, but I want to see the ruins of my home.
Someday, I hope to raise those ruins.
-Garnet, Determined Guardian
The Merc read what he'd put down. Maybe it would help someone, in some way. Taking it in hand, he strode back to the wall with all the various flyers on it. "Notice from the Castle of La..." "Looking for armed guards for hire..." "Exerpts from The Adventures of the Magnifi..." Taking up a hammer and a nail which he spotted on a nearby table. He raised his paper nailed it boldly into place over the rest. The sound rang through the common room. "Ping"
This is my commitment.
"Ping"
I'll likely have the mark on my head from the Prophet for this.
"Ping"
Here's to the hope I don't stray from my purpose now.
"Ping, Ping, Ping."
Garnet set the hammer down, and stepped back from the board. His work was there, proudly displayed for all to see. He started to go back to his table, oblivious of the fact that he'd been hammering near an unpredictable bouncer with a hangover, when he saw Francis just stepping in the door way. "Francis!" He'd not really been expecting anyone to follow him. After all, the Merc hadn't really been the most friendly of the crew down there in the south-west. He didn't really know what to say... "Decide to follow the real merc, instead of the sticking with the amateur?" To say he was a "real" merc was like saying that the apprentice woodcarver was accomplished. The Red-head had participated in exactly two missions, since turning sellsword.(Only one of which was successful) Garnet hadn't really liked the way that blue-haired guy had kept shouting orders, but to each their own.
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