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Post by Valcrist on Jul 21, 2010 23:36:37 GMT -6
He continued to doodle his little doodle... but felt like... someone was watching him. He slowly looked out of the corner of his eye. "Oh, it's you Miss Garland." He calmed. Not that he would admit it, he was scared for a moment there. Then again, when you doodle in a book, people tend to come up to see what you're doing for whatever reason. Chelsea, Kelvin, Harlow, even Kelvin's father have all done it. It was like... it was a magnet for people's attention.
He turned his head and moved the drawing so she could get a better look. "It's designs for something I'm going to be blacksmithing." He said with a smile. It was a highly detailed drawing of a bow, from different angles. "I like to get what I want on paper first, before diving into the metalwork. That way I have a goal in mind when I'm tempering the steel." He hadn't done any blacksmithing since he made those repairs on the weapons for the short while he traveled with Sir Waltz' company. And before that he made some horseshoes for Kelvin's parents. But nothing really serious...
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Post by Arturia on Jul 22, 2010 0:44:43 GMT -6
Arturia looked closer so she could see what Valcrist drew. It was a bow, and it was good and detailed picture. "It is good," she said. She didn't have any knowledge about blacksmithing but she could understand that his design was an excellent work.
"You are right, we need a draft in mind before begin our work." She agreed with him, no one could make something without a plan. She then walked beside him to get a better look on his drawing. After she satisfied looking it, she saw his sword. "Is that sword also your design? It is...beautiful." She looked to his sword, it was unique, she had never seen it anywhere not even in her father's weapon collection.
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jul 22, 2010 10:37:31 GMT -6
Wein nodded at Yaen's words than looked off into the horizon. "Then I shall look no more," he replied to the Sacaen swordsman. Raising a hand, the archer clapped him on the back. "I'm just glad to see you're alive, friend. Things just seemed to be far more depressing once you were gone."
And Wein's statement was completely true. After the fire, Wein learned that his home, and possibly his family, were burnt to the ground by fanatical, zealotous Etrurians; he fell through a ground fissure and was chase by the very Etrurians that destroyed his home; he broke from the rest of the group and wandered the fields of Ostia, hungry and wet, before running into Yaen and company. Overall, not a very pleasant sequence of events. It was nice for once to just be trekking the world again just for the sake of seeing the sights. If his family was still alive, they weren't still in Ostia.
Looking over his shoulder, the eyed Valcrist and Arturia. "Those two seem to be hitting it off pretty well. What are their stories?"
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Post by Valcrist on Jul 22, 2010 13:42:39 GMT -6
"Thank you." She complimented his work, it made him happy. He's always had a knack for designs, engravings, artwork, that sort of thing. It used to be his job, afterall. Even though his mother did the steelwork, he helped with the designs. How to make something look nice without unbalancing it and making it worthless as a weapon. "It's... uh... a present for... a friend of mine." His face felt a bit warm as he stuttered through his statement. Anyone with two braincells knew just who the 'friend' it was. I hope if we meet again... she isn't too mad.
She said something about his sword, and suddenly he remembered about how his wrappings disappeared after the mage school incident. He should really buy some new ones... Still, he would be lying if he wasn't happy to show it off, just a bit. "Yeah." he smiled. "This is my sword Fang. I made it by myself. I'm afraid it's not the strongest of blades.... but I'm proud of it anyway." It was similar in construction and weight to a common slim iron sword, though it looked radically different.
"Erm, I'll stop there. I can talk about weapons all day if you give me the chance." He added with an embarrassed laugh, scratching some imaginary it on the back of his neck.
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Post by Yaen on Jul 22, 2010 18:27:23 GMT -6
Yaen briefly glanced over his shoulder to look at the blondes in question, before looking back to Wein. "Arturia? Not a clue. Never seen her before last night." he replied. "As for Valcrist, he was with the outfit when I joined up." His voice then became very, very quiet, as not to be heard by the others. "He's bad at sword fighting. Really bad. He's never had a lesson in his life. So I'm teaching him to keep from dying five seconds into a fight."
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Post by Arturia on Jul 22, 2010 22:22:46 GMT -6
Valcrist told her about his friend. "Friend." Arturia remembered to her friends in Etruria, she hoped they were safe. Back then, she didn't have a chance to met them. Her hand touched her neck, there was a necklace here. A present from a dear friend. He gave it to her two days before she left Etruria, this necklace had silver color and a red ruby attached on it. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering her happy moment before that incident took everything from her.
Valcrist seemed proud about his sword, he then told her about Fang. She took a interest and listened to his explanation. Then he wanted to stop. "It's alright." She smiled to him and averted her gaze to the two people walking in front of her. There was Yaen and Wein.
She would go with this peoples to Bulgar, and then if the time was right, she would leave them and make her way towards Bern.
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Post by Valcrist on Jul 23, 2010 0:41:48 GMT -6
She left Val, but atleast she left him with a smile. It felt good to talk to someone. Wein scared him, and Yaen wasn't exactly a conversationalist. Especially to him, he was too intimidated to talk to him directly anyway. He could help but feel mid conversation there wi- DODGE!
Val twitched and cringed as his mind tortured him. He straightened back out, hoping no one saw that. He slowly smiled again, feeling ridiculous. Looking down, he saw his bow design. He already had the color scheme in mind, blue and green like Sacaen clothing. But the actual design... needed some work. He needed to make sure he had it down perfectly before he bought the materials, that way he wouldn't overstretch his already thin wallet.
He didn't listen in the Yaen, halfways because he knew he'd be caught in an instant, the other half because he had the strangest feeling that if he did hear, what little self esteem that remained in his fragile boy body would be smashed into infinity pieces.
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jul 23, 2010 12:28:30 GMT -6
Wein stifled a laugh. The archer found Yaen's blunt words amusing, but realized they were probably true. The kid didn't look like a fighter...at all, and those were words coming from Wein the scholarly adventurer.
The Ostian gave Valcrist a glance, and got the impression that he scared the boy. Odd. Wein didn't see himself as a very scary person. Guess he was wrong. "So Valcrist," he said, calling over his shoulder. "Where are you from?"
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Post by Yaen on Jul 23, 2010 14:58:34 GMT -6
Yaen's smile didn't look like it could get any broader. It seemed like the whole world was at peace right now. At least, untill his chest started stinging. The smile wavered, before he put it back in full force. "You all go ahead. I, erm..I've got business to take care of." he said in a 'If you know what I mean' voice, before backing away from the group. While the plains were mostly flat, it wasn't without it's shrubbery and random boulders. Conveniently, there was a rather large boulder not too far away, and thats where Yaen ran, as fast as the burning sensation would let him.
Once he was out of sight, the Myrmidon collapsed against the rock, dropping the smile for a look of pure agony. Shedding the upper part of his robe, the Sacaen set his right hand over his left breast, right on a scar over where his heart was. He blinked away the tears as pain pounded against his chest with every heart beat. Even after five years, it still hurt now and then. But he guessed he should be grateful he was even alive. By all rights, he shouldn't be. The cleric might be able to help ease the pain, but he couldn't show them this. How would he explain having a scar over his heart? 'Oh, I was protecting this dragon girl from a racist Bernese Wyvern knight, and he stabbed me in the heart.' Yes, that sounded perfectly sane. He'd just have to sit here for a minute and rough it out.
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Post by Valcrist on Jul 23, 2010 17:46:39 GMT -6
"O-oh, Sir Lowell. You're talking to me, right?" All of a sudden Wein asked him a question, right after Val had though him scary. It was like... a rule of awkwardness that said: 'If it'll be uncomfortable, it'll happen.' One Val seemed to always invoke. "I... I'm from Nabata. From, uh, a small town that specializes in artwork..." He couldn't really describe it no better, just like he could really help but trail off at the end there.
He was an archer, right? That would be the fourth he's met in the last week. Something about him just seemed to draw them. Chelsea, Harlow, Rin and him... Then again Rin and Harlow just kind of wandered off. Hopefully Wein wouldn't do the same. Maybe after he felt a bit more comfortable, he could ask for his help with the bow... Erm, nevermind that thought.
Yaen left for some reason. Val couldn't help but watch as he hurried off, behind a boulder and away from view. He thought about going after him to see what was wrong, but stopped. That probably wouldn't help anything, and would only get him mad at Valcrist. So he just turned to the rest of the group with an awkward smile before diving into his sketchbook again.
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Post by Arturia on Jul 23, 2010 21:45:06 GMT -6
Yaen left the group, he seemed hurry for some reason. He ran behind a boulder and disappeared from the sight. Somehow, Arturia felt something wrong with him, you could call it as woman intuition. She decided to follow him but then stopped few meters from the boulder. She was afraid if she did something unnecessary, Yaen already hinted what he would do and if he didn't lie she would just embarrass herself by doing this.
She decided to just wait with the rest of the group although she couldn't ease her worry.
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Post by Wein Lowell on Jul 26, 2010 1:12:31 GMT -6
"Nabata, huh?" asked Wein redundantly, trailing off as he rubbed his goatee. Considering the desert itself was dead and lifeless, the Ostian could only assume that Valcrist meant the desert's edge. Either way, it was a far cry from Sacae. This kid had managed to cross the entire continent. Something Wein himself had done and was currently doing, but it was still impressive.
Wein raised an eyebrow as Yaen left to go dump his waste, or at least that's what he assumed, then raised it higher as Valcrist nervously stuttered and dived back into his little sketchbook. What was in there? Art? The Nabatan had said he came from a town that specialized in artwork. Wein, overall ignoring Yaen, walked over to Valcrist and peered over his shoulder. "Nice drawing you've go going there," he said with genuine interest. "You an artist that specializes in weapons?" The archer gave the paper a closer look. The writing didn't look like artistic notes. It looked more like some kind of shorthand for design dimensions. "Or perhaps a weaponsmith?"
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Post by Valcrist on Jul 26, 2010 16:13:16 GMT -6
"Yeah, Nabata. Right on the edges..." He clarified, most of the desert was impossible to live in. His town got lucky and found a underground water source, they survived almost entirely by trade. He was a noble, right? Maybe he's heard of it... "It's a town called Koroda. A lot of caravans stop by to buy artwork there... you may have seen some of our stuff without even knowing it. Like my uncle is a sculptor who specializes in glass and his wife is an incredible weaver."
He felt a little red in the face. "My mom and I are blacksmiths. Artistic blacksmiths, we have a small insignia embossed in our items that look a bit like a star. Erm..." He pulled out his sword a bit, pointing out a symbol on the pommel. It wouldn't be something you'd notice unless you're looking for it. That was for the best, nobles got huffy if they obstructed the items in any way. "We usually make ceremonial and display items... but I try to make things that look nice and also work well." The sword he used was an example. "Th-this is a design for a bow I'm making for someone..."
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Post by Kenshin on Jul 28, 2010 16:23:28 GMT -6
Kenshin had said his goodbye to the girl he knew in the dress shop that he ran into years ago. "Let's see, Katara told me to get some stuff for Khiri. If I just walk around looking at what's for sale it may jog my memory." Kenshin started to make his way around the market place looking at what the vendors had to sell. He stopped a few times to look at the dress he had got her, second guessing if she'd like it or not.
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Post by Yaen on Jul 28, 2010 20:43:21 GMT -6
Yaen took a deep breath as the final wave of pain siezed him, followed by a wash of relief. "Father Sky..." he murmured weakly, just sitting there for a moment. Unable to dawdle, though, he begrudgingly stood up and returned his robe to it's proper position on his body. He then reappared from behind the rock, walking at a brisk pace to catch up with the group. "Come on." he said as he caught up. "If we keep at a fast pace, we might reach Bulgar before nightfall." He was just guessing, though. He had no idea how far from Bulgar they were.
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