Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Jan 29, 2011 13:48:42 GMT -6
Marle caught herself nodding in agreement. Richter did look good in the red, better than that inquisitional army colour, afterall. Black and white was so drab. Blinking, she shook her head and looked back to Clair, having heard the complement, and her face immediately brightened up, holding out her arms, and taking to a pose, showing off her jacket.
"I know right! It cost a lot, but it was so worth it!"
Marle did a small twirl, seeing for a brief moment a blonde boy sitting by himself. The way he was dressed was a bit...meager...for an Ilianer, not to mention the tan. He certainly wasn't from around here, but Marle wouldn't dwell on it, Ilia wasn't much of a cultural HUB like other nations, but it had some.
"Amazing...that Mavick could get armor ready so quickly. Most smiths here are stubborn, because they're usually busy working for someone high paying to get their work done."
Marle looked thoughtful; at the small tactician, and then grinned, before taking her eyes off him, and began looking for a place to sit down.
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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 Jan 29, 2011 14:38:18 GMT -6
Mavick was beaming from all the praise, and one could almost see his ego swelling. He left out the tiny detail that the armor had been meant for a high-ranking mercenary lord here in Ilia who had gotten himself killed only a week ago, and convieniently had the same build as Richter.
Looking around at all the alcohol-induced stupidity, Mavick frowned for a moment. "I think I'll just order milk when the bartender comes around. I still have work to do tonight." he said, turning back to the small posse of commanding officers. "I need to take a tally of how many troops are staying, and how many won't be, so I can make a rough estimate on how much to spend on supplies." he explained. "The sooner I get it done, the better. Then I can factor in any unexpected changes later."
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Fran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"I am so excited."
Posts: 66
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Post by Fran on Jan 29, 2011 21:42:59 GMT -6
Fran was surprised when David suddenly raised his voice. She looked at him and sighed. "My stupid mouth..." The fact that Athos still lived shouldn't be a public knowledge. Fran scratched the back of her head while cursing herself. "Sorry. It's a secret. I will tell you someday." She said as she winked. "Well, is that too surprising?" Fran liked how he reacted before, it was funny actually.
Fran walked toward the corner to see paintings. There was two paintings, one was St. Elimine and the other one was the eight heroes. She just saw them as arts, although they were actually about humans won their war with dragons. It might anger some short-tempered dragons, but Fran was not them.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
Posts: 81
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Post by David Krisby on Jan 29, 2011 22:28:37 GMT -6
"I see..." He said no more on that matter. It was probably better to not think about it too hard.
He noticed Fran looking at the paintings, "Ah, the Eight Legends, right?" He shook his head with a sigh, "I'm not a scholar, I couldn't even tell you which one founded my own country. Much less, what their names or weapons are. Oh wait, that female one's Elimine right? And you mentioned Athos... so he's one of the other ones..."
He scratched the back of his head, he never took the time to read much about them. David figured that was common enough knowledge that if he needed to know, he could just ask someone else.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 29, 2011 22:31:17 GMT -6
Clair watched as Meredy came in with her companions. So far, the only encounter they'd had had been that meeting on the snowy landscape of Illia, when they'd first met. Even then, all that had happened had been a small stand off, Clair flying overhead, ready to drop in and support her Commander, and the archer of the group trying to sight his aim in on her. It hadn't been the best of meetings, and Clair was slow to put her resentment of Max behind her. Never-the-less, she kept an ear towards that conversation.
Mavick's comment agreed with Clair. She'd never had any kind of strong drink before tonight, and mostly thought of it as a waste of time, muddling the drinker's mind. There were plenty who liked the stuff though, and she knew that as well.
"How long are you planning on stocking supplies for, Mavick?"
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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 Jan 29, 2011 22:50:23 GMT -6
"Well, that depends on where we're going next." Mavick replied. "What is our next destination, Commander? Do you plan on traveling around Ilia for a while, or possibly Lycia? Or do you want to attack Erturia as soon as possible?"
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Fran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"I am so excited."
Posts: 66
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Post by Fran on Jan 29, 2011 22:52:40 GMT -6
"Yes, it St. Elimine. And..." Fran looked closer. She was looking for Athos, but it was difficult, she couldn't find the Archsage. "Where is him?" She traced with her finger until she found a mage with much resemblance to Athos. It was probably the younger version of Athos. "I found him. He looks like Lord Athos, his eyes. Wow, he looks handsome in this painting." Fran giggled as she compared the man in painting with the "now" Athos. He looked much different without his long beard and wrinkles.
----------- In Arcadia -------------
Athos suddenly got a bad feeling. "I feel like that pink haired dragon thinking something weird about me. Oh well..."
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 29, 2011 23:39:56 GMT -6
Richter turned to his short purple tactician. "Unfortunately, I can't really say our next destination," replied the commander. It felt weird saying that since he'd been entirely self driven for the past year or so. Now he was sitting in one of the largest cities in Ilia with no clear direction. He had a goal still, oh yes, but as for how he was going to do it, well that was all up to Ilia right now.
"Of course I want to go attack Etruria, but seeing as how I'm going to be requisitioning Ilia for men and supplies, they'll have a pretty large say in the matter." Richter shook his head. "I don't particularly want to sign my allegiance off to the Ilian government, but at the moment, we don't quite have the choice. We need what they have, and hopefully they need what I have to offer."
He paused to think for a second. Ilia needed soldiers, that much was true, what with their forces tied up in Bern at the moment. But in exchange for an army capable of standing up to the Prophet, he'd most likely have to do something for Ilia, and the first thing that came to mind was Bern. Exactly what, he didn't know, but that may just be their next destination.
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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 Jan 29, 2011 23:43:02 GMT -6
Mavick nodded. "Well then, it looks like I won't be doing much of anything after all." Mavick shrugged. "Oh well. It will give me time to catch up on my reading and meditations. I haven't had much time to focus my magic as of late."
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
Posts: 81
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Post by David Krisby on Jan 30, 2011 9:53:07 GMT -6
"Yes, but I have a feeling that some characteristics in these paintings were brought out, to make them seem more heroic." It seemed that Athos was well-known to the point of being recognizable among dragons.
However, wasn't Athos a killer of the dragons? There was more here than David knew, and more than he wanted to know. It might be better to not get involved with dragons, but he hadn't been intrigued in sometime. His mind wrestled over wanting to know more and wanting to stay in the dark.
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 30, 2011 23:57:30 GMT -6
With a tired little grump and grunt, he picked his head up and looked at the clear liquid he was drinking. He wasn't really thirsty and he just knew he'd have to use the restroom soon from just drinking water, but atleast he could afford it. This wasn't even one of those places that gave away water for free either, nope, this stuff was a premium it seems. Despite the fact it was everywhere and on everything, just in frozen form... Snow is water, right? He wasn't really... sure. Something told him it was, he was definitely wet from being in it, but was it really water? Why does nature have to be so weird...
Then Valcrist sighed, perhaps the most pathetic sigh he's made in days. That was saying something, Val was a master at sounding pathetic, and a master at moody sighs. To think he's went so long without making one was borderline blasphemous. A tired slump, and his head was back on the table with a groan. That was before he suddenly snapped his head up and decided to dig out his sketch pad for the umpteenth time today. Just like every other time he dug it out, he wasn't actually getting paid for his work, but it beat being bored out of his mind. He focused at the woman in the fur coat with the spear. Nonono, not the blond, the brunette. The... the one that just twirled and stuff, not the girl by her. They both looked about his age...
His hand went to motion as he sketched out the weapon she wielded, as well as the wielder of the weapon. He's never drawn an Ilian woman before, or atleast he assumed she was Ilian. They were... so pale. Almost translucent, like bone or ghosts. It shocked him when he went to Lycia, to see almost everyone looked like corpses drained of color. The traders that came to his village were all pale, but he assumed that wasn't the norm or even the overwhelming majority. In fact, he felt a bit of nostalgia when he saw that tan man back in Sacae. What with his garbled tongue and darker skin. Too bad so much crap went down right after, or it might of even been a pleasant memory. Not one that made him cringe, or made the blood under his skin begin to boil up.
He could only see the woman from behind... Er, well from behind at a slight angle... Now the question is... Draw her backside or go around for a better look? Now, he might look silly if he crabwalked over and tried to remain inconspicuous, heck the bar was rowdy enough that he might get away with it... but dang he wasn't looking forward to the looks he'll catch if he's caught. Then again... if he drew her backside...
Erm, crab walking it is! So he decided to pick up his sketchbook and slowly moved over to get a better view. Hopefully... no one will notice. I mean, I'm so insignifigant, right? Psh, seriously, why would anyone care? I went all day without any one looking my way. Well besides for that soldier guy... and that man who yelled at me to get a job... and that woman who called me a hobo... and... Oh crap! She's moving! I think she's looking for some place to sit! Act casual, act smooth, stop existing! Don't look at me!
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
Posts: 12
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 1, 2011 21:35:47 GMT -6
Marissa struggled to stifle a yawn, as she chugged the last half of the beer she was drinking. She was beginning to grow restless; patience had never been one of her strengths, and she desperately hoped they wouldn't have to stay in the Ilian capital much longer. She hadn't gone through those years of training to finally be knighted and then forced to wait on some inbred nobles to get the cobwebs out of their brains and actually send their soldiers off to battle. She was dying to do something exciting, and running out of gold to buy ale with.
With her mug dry, she got off her stool and placed a few gold pieces on the counter as a tip, and walked out into the brisk Ilian morning, shivering a bit as the early afternoon breeze ruffled the locks of her auburn hair. Time to go bug Captain again I suppose, she thought to herself as she headed off to find the Lance-Captain. A few minutes later she came across the main group, and found Marle standing with the soldier Richter and a few other people she didn't recognize. The Captain was wearing an extremely fashionable fur coat that looked new.
Running up to meet her, Marissa snapped to a dramatic attention in front of her and said, "Captain Daviau, permission to flirt with you here but that coat looks adorable on you! Where'd you get it? Any word on the nobles by the way? I'm getting tired of waiting, I want some real action!" A sparkling and genuine smile beamed on Marissa's face as she said this.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Feb 1, 2011 21:36:37 GMT -6
Marcus had been following behind Richter for a while, but upon entering the city, decided he needed to go off on his own for a little escapade. As soon as he passed through the gates, Marcus ducked into an alley. Scurrying along, he found himself outside a rather seedy pub, where some rather raucous shouting emanated from the cracked windows. As he moved to look into the window, he bumped into a rather solid object. He turned to see an armored man towering over him. "The hell are you doin' here, tiny man? Shouldn't you be studyin' books or summat?" the man mocked in a hard voice.
Marcus' eyes flashed with a devious light. "You shouldn't have said that, oaf," Marcus said smirking. Before the man could react, Marcus tossed his robe at the man and in the confusion charged forward and tackled the man. Drawing his bone knife, the dragon began to hack at the man's throat. Eventually the body stopped moving and Marcus stepped back from his handiwork and noticed that his robe was not only soaked with blood, but also torn to shred. Looking around, Marcus checked for any decent substitute. He looked down and realized some of the man's armor would fit nicely. Luckily, the noise from the bar had masked the struggles of his victim and he pulled the corpse into a darker part of the alley and removed the armor.
A few minutes later, Marcus stepped out onto the main street in a decent set of armor that hid his wings quite nicely. He looked around for Richter and eventually found him. "Ah, commander, there you are."
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Marle Daviau
General
The Lance of the North
One word of encouragement, One person believing in me, It's all I need to become stronger.
Posts: 436
Illia Fame: 2
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Marle
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Post by Marle Daviau on Feb 1, 2011 22:05:57 GMT -6
There seemed to be a lack of stools for the time being. With the crowd, many sat at one or two tables, and stole the seats from others to do so. Grumbling, she just stood there still. Her green eyes peaked up, seeing that blonde boy moving, but she didn't know what to think...his mannerisms were amusing, atleast what she caught. It was rude to stare, so she didn't linger long, but did glance now and then, just to make sure where he was.
What an interesting person..
Marle mused to herself in her head for the brief moment, and then winced as she heard her name plus rank being called. There was nothing wrong with the address, especially when it was one of her subordinants...perhaps her reactions were more tied to the fact she was resting, and enjoying the time off. Less time in her armor made Marle a happy girl.
Turning to Marissa, she just blinked at the somewhat odd request, and couldn't help but laugh. Marissa, from what she had gathered on their brief contact, was very forward. A unique trait, but could get one in trouble if not controlled.
At mention of her coat, she took her hand off her lance, and let it rest against her shoulder as she brushed her hair out from infront of her eye, and smiled. Raising her coat to show it off once more, Marle was more than happy to indulge the Pegasus knight.
"I got it back in Arphen a few days after my rise to Knight, as a sort of present for myself. Never really got to wear it though, considering the missions I was sent on afterwords."
Taking a breath, Marle then just shrugged, ready to fill in the last bit of information that was asked.
"None yet I'm afraid, and don't you worry, with the tales I've heard involving Bern, we may get sent there...but my knowledge is old, I have no idea if things have settled own, or gotten worse since last I asked around..."
Please don't let it be worse.. Marle thought to herself, trying to be hopeful that Bern would return to it's quiet, yet very grudging ways again...
Marle did a quick scan of the room, looking for the boy, but tried not to be obvious, and gave up only after a moment. There was so much going on, so hard to focus.
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Marissa J. Calderon
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"I think you know my bestest cousin ever? His name is Rayl!"
Posts: 12
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Post by Marissa J. Calderon on Feb 1, 2011 22:34:53 GMT -6
"Well it's a shame you can't wear it more often! It suits you far better than that suit of armor does. Brings out your eyes." Marissa sighed in frustration at the Captain's status report. What could be taking the nobility so long to meet with them? "Very well then," Marissa said, a childish impatience evident in her voice, "Is there anything you'd like me to take care of for you while we wait Captain? If not, perhaps you'd let me buy you a drink, maybe get to know each other some? I'd like to get to know the woman I'm to be serving under. That is, if you have the time..."
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