Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Feb 7, 2011 22:21:16 GMT -6
"Actually, I am following Marcus, my friend. Not this army." Fran answered the question as she pushed the bowl to the side. She wouldn't dare to eat it again. "I just want to see the world and go adventuring. For now, I think I will just stick close to Marcus." Fran leaned in to the table and took out a handkerchief to wipe her lips.
"And you?" She asked. "What are you planning to do? Do you want to stay in this army or not? It would be kinda lonely if you were to leave." Fran giggled. This man made her enjoy her time in this army and this city, when Marcus was busy and not in her side. She hadn't become friends with the others, just Marcus and David.
"Hey, could I try that?" Fran pointed to the bottle.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Feb 7, 2011 22:31:55 GMT -6
"Ah, I see, adventuring. Adventuring doesn't pay well, so I never got into it."
"I don't know what I'm gonna do. I don't particularly like the army, but I haven't decided yet." One thing was for sure, he wasn't going to stick around Ilia anymore.
He retrieved the bottle of whiskey from his cloak, "What, whiskey? You probably wouldn't like it, it's an acquired taste. Also, I don't think your friend would like you drinking it either. It's got this stuff in it called alcohol, and it can do some weird things with your mind. Probably best for you not to have any." David shuddered to imagine a drunk dragon rampaging throughout the country.
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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 9, 2011 16:52:33 GMT -6
"Never," Marcus chatted casually, "Lived in the woods of Laus for most of my life, and before that, I lived in Nabata for a time. Personally, I think it's absolutely freezing here compared to where I lived. Makes me wish I was a fire or ice dragon. Hyperactivity, that's all being a thunder dragon gets you. Fire and ice, they're comfortable mostly everywhere, but we gotta tough it out. Oh well. How about you, commander? You ever been up this far north?' Marcus asked, his blond hair swishing as he turned his head towards his commander.
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Feb 9, 2011 21:41:39 GMT -6
"Really?" she said. Now, she remembered, a LONG time ago, when she attended her neighbor's wedding party. While her parents were talking with the married couple, she walked around and found glasses on a table. A woman poured something into each glasses. Fran wanted to know what it was and approached the table. The drink smelt funny but also looked tasty. She braced herself to try one, one again, again, and again. Fran couldn't remember what happened afterward.
"If you say so..." Fran smiled. She felt like she should not try that kind of drink again, something inside her told her not to. "But, you drank it. Did it not have any effect on you?" She asked.
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Feb 9, 2011 21:49:14 GMT -6
The age old question, did drinks actually have any effect on him? David had to drink a lot just to get a buzz now. "I've been drinking for ten straight years, I'm somewhat immune to the effects of alcohol."
Of course, it was that long ago when he passed out in the snow from too much alcohol.
"Actually, I drink it cause I got nothing else to do. I live for drinking, got nothing else to live for. It's the only thing keeping me alive. I lost everything else, so it's the only thing left. I just live day to day, using what little money I earn to pay for more liquor."
He looked at Fran, his face was weighed down by sadness, "Silly, isn't it? I should've just died long ago."
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Fran
The "Before" years
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"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Feb 9, 2011 22:11:44 GMT -6
"Please don't say that. You are too young to die now." Fran could see the glimmer of sadness in David's eyes. It wasn't left unnoticed, she could see it. It made her wondering, what was actually happened in his past? "Beside, I will feel sad if you were to die."
Fran wanted to help him. They just met, they were still far from what called close friends but she always enjoyed her time with him. If he needed her, she would help him. "David, I am sorry for asking this but...Do you have a problem? If yes, could I help you solving it? I can lend my ears to listen your problem."
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David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
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Post by David Krisby on Feb 9, 2011 22:19:28 GMT -6
"Young? I suppose one as yourself would think that, but I'm not far from halfway to old age." What she said then really struck him. "I think you'd be the only one to care for my death."
The problem, of course there was a problem. David wasn't willing to tell anyone about Maria, though. She died because of him, there was no way to reverse that. "Problem? No, I just don't see why bother with living. I got no reason to stick around. The only reason I stick around is cause spirits taste good."
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Post by Valcrist on Feb 10, 2011 12:36:38 GMT -6
Was she ok? He was tempted to ask, but decided to let it slide. It wasn't hard to pick out the little inconsistencies in a fake smile if you spend a long time looking at someone's face. The little details, like how the brow furrows and the face and cheeks and all that, little details like that was what Val was especially good at. In blacksmithing, in art, and even in swordsmanship. He looked at her, a bit oddly, but it wasn't truly important.
Then she smirked. Oh Elmine. Why did that scare him so much?
"I suppose. I guess a part of me just wanted to see how far I could go. Little contest to see when I'll get fed up and leave, with myself of course." Didn't make much sense, but it's probably closer to the truth then just saying 'I dunno' "Ever do something to just prove to yourself you could?"
A sudden chill of cold air washed over the entire bar, causing a shiver to run down the spine of the blond man. A man closed the door, looking embarrassed and everyone laughed at him. Well not Val, but he was still in shock from the flash freeze. Cold hits much harder when you don't expect it, like an assassin, or mushy sentiment.
The girl he was talking to, who's name he still didn't know, suddenly changed topics. "Oh, sure. That sounds simple enough, that's a common problem if heavy armor isn't maintained properly." He sounded sure of himself, until he realized what he said. "Oh! Um, not, not that I think you aren't taking care of it or, or anything. It's just, erm, I meant maintained... by a blacksmith. It's not, er, something..." He ended with a sigh. "Sorry." He muttered as he held the bridge of his nose, massaging it slowly. Dropping his hand, he had sort of an embarrassed smirk. "Just show me to it, I'll get it fixed up in a minute."
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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 10, 2011 21:57:07 GMT -6
At first, Marle felt as almost as she had been slapped in the face. Maintain her armor? It was almost ritualistic to her! outwardly she appeared to not have had noticed the slight, and it was ebbed as he apologized, in a way for his loose tongue, and not having thought things through further. That was good, for him and for her.
Smiling, she shook her head, and loosened the grip on her lance, not having realized how hard she was holding it. Motioning him to follow her.
"It's alright, I make those kind of mistakes myself from time to time. My room is upstairs, follow me."
Marle chimed as if nothing had just happened. Her walk was brisk and with purpose as she weaved in and out between tables in, what some may have considered a dangerous and calculated walk, more gliding. Going up the stairs onto the balcony above, she stopped at her door, and took out her key to unlock the door, and inside she went, hopefully with Valcrist in tow.
As stated before, the room was simple, and only more filled with her armor neatly stacked in the corner. Putting her lance up beside the steel cross headed one, Marle sat down on her bed as she smiled to Valcrist, and looked around.
"There it is."
Marle pointed to the heavy chest piece with attached shoulders and back. It was knight's armor, through and through, and not actually designed for a female body, but more a man's bulkier build. It was odd, but she wore a lot of padding to make it fit properly. Pulling out the armor, she carefully laid down the heavy plate with chainmail reinforcement and leather cushioning, out on the bed, and looked to Valcrist.
"When I wear this, sometimes my armor catches when I try and raise my arm."
Marle simulates this as she raises the left arm of the armor, and it quickly becomes caught, due to a link in the chainmail weave catching on something.
"Think you can fix this quickly?"
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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 Feb 11, 2011 21:10:00 GMT -6
Mavick wasn't really in the mood to listen to girls chatter or stupid jokes from some idiot from the desert. So he finished off his glass of milk and stepped away from the bar. Really, maybe he should go to his room and stud...Oh damn it, he forgot! "Officer Feldsky, I suggest you book a room before going anywere." He warned before somehow forcing his small frame through the crowd to escape the tavern. Richter wasn't very far off from the entrance. "Commander, we need to book rooms." he informed. "I will try to get you a single person room, if you want, but you'll probably have to bunk with me." Because Mavick'd be damned if he was bunking with the idiots inside.
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 12, 2011 2:03:10 GMT -6
Richter downed another sip of cider, hearing the dragon out. Ah, so Marcus was a thunder dragon, and apparently thunder dragons don't get any environmental immunity. Guess that makes sense. About as much as anything else.
"Yes actually," replied the commander, chuckling lightly and taking yet another sip of his cider. He wasn't one for chugging a drink. It best to take your time, as it allowed one to savor the flavor. "I was born in Ilia, believe it or not. Lived here until I was twenty."
Their conversation and Marcus's potential response, however, were interrupted by Richter's tiny tactician, Mavick.
"Commander, we need to book rooms. I will try to get you a single person room, if you want, but you'll probably have to bunk with me."
The commander shrugged, shaking his head. "I could care less. Wasting money on getting me my own room would be stupid." He gave Mavick a quick nod. "But obviously you already know that, or else you wouldn't have told me."
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Feb 12, 2011 18:53:19 GMT -6
Just Richter and Marcus' conversation was interrupted, Tuatara run up and plopped down beside Marcus. Where he had been before he himself doesn't remember(possible support Aeros). And of course he instantly started talking.
"I've been to Nabata," he said. "Lots of sand and evil old lizards."
And then Tuatara showed that old habits die by trying to steal Marcus' dragonstone, unconsciously of course. And then he immediately got up and went to sit by some guy and girl.
"What is that your drinking? Can I have some?"
And then he was distracted once again, by some ordiment on the wall. And sitting near the ordiment was a cloaked man, with slight protrutions coming from his back. Tuatara shuddered as his eyes darted away from the figure.
OoC: Sorry if it seems a bit random, I haven't written with Tut in a while.
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Bantu
The "Before" years
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Post by Bantu on Feb 13, 2011 1:09:02 GMT -6
Bantu and his dragon "friend" had been with the army under guard and tied up waist up for quite some time, but didn't witness much of what was going on. This slightly irritated him. He decided he didn't need to be with them anymore and that he should request to be released. "Excuse me, but when are we going to be released?" he politely asked a guard who was near him. "Hm, probably not until we're done our business." the guard replied. "Which is....." Bantu said staring at the guard, "I really need to know." The guard chuckled to himself and ignored him. Zigurt, the dragon traveling with him whispered to him, "We could make a break for it and fight our way out." Bantu responded, "We would get slaughtered if we fought them, we would have to escape quietly." He looked around and noticed they were near the center of the camp. There would be no chance of escape in there current position.
He thought to himself, "What would let me get closer to the edge. How could I trick a human. Do humans ever have an excuse to leave a crowd of people? They like to be alone when they, whats it called, empty some of their body fluids? It could work." He called back to the guard, "Hey, I do need to be released temporarily, I have to uh, unleash a build up in my body." The guard looked at him funny, "What?" He continued, "What's it called, when you dig a hole and then re-dig it after your done." "Oh, that." The guard said. He quickly made a face of disgust, "So you can have an easy escape? You can go but don't think I'll untie you."
A couple guards escorted him to the edge of the camp while he was still tied and kept a watch on him. Bantu thought, "Sorry Zigurt to ditch you, hopefully you can escape. And hopefully I escape too."
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Post by Richter Abend on Feb 18, 2011 17:20:37 GMT -6
OoC: I think everyone wants to keep going, so I'm time skipping to morning
The night had gone one for awhile, quite the celebration that it was, but as it is said, what goes up must come down and all things must come to an end. Well that was certainly true for Richter's men, at least in a sense. Having come downstairs the next morning, the commander was greeted with the sight of his soldiers, his rough, tough, battle-hardened soldiers, strewn across the tavern like socks across a clothes line. One of them was, quite literally, sleeping in the chandelier that hung above the sitting tables. Fortunately, sometime that night the candles must have gone out or he would be a bit more torched right now than he currently was.
They'd all have massive hangovers when they woke up, something Richter nicely managed to avoid with his cider, light in alcohol as it was. When he said relax, the pink haired swordsman didn't really mean this. It didn't look relaxing at all, what with the way some of the men had contorted themselves. They'd definitely need a talking to about this...aftermath.
Shaking his head, the commander pushed one of his men off of a barstool to make room to sit down. The man's unconscious form hit the ground with a thud, but didn't make as much a squirm. Out like the chandelier's lights. The commander then proceeded to sit down and look around. It was fairly early, and the innkeeper was probably exhausted from last night, so it was understandable that Richter was the only conscious person in the room.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Feb 18, 2011 18:40:48 GMT -6
When Clair had gotten in the evening before, she could only roll her eyes at the sights and sounds that had greeted her return to the inn. The troops had taken their liberty with gusto. They were still her troops though, and when she got up and found all the rooms booked, it wasn't hard to convince a room renter to vacate, and make space for her. Most soldiers preferred to stay on an officer's good side. Most soldiers also happened to not want to be stuck with night watch for the next tour of duty. Most soldiers, in fact, also had a soft spot for pretty young women when intoxicated, but pigs would fly before Clair would need to resort to that sort of persuasion.
The trip hadn't been a complete waste. It had been an interesting diversion, and she'd gotten the necessary gear for Illian weather. That was definitely a good thing. She'd even managed to drop off her armor at a smith's shop, and secured a good price for some routine fitting, some maintenance, and a new coat of paint. If he was as good as his word, it would already be done, and she'd owe him a fine tip for the quick work.
On coming down stairs early the next morning, she found things even more chaotic than she'd left them, though much calmer as well. It was fairly clear that the partying hadn't so much quit last night, as forcibly been ground to a halt by fatigue.
"Did they fight another High Commander while I wasn't looking?" Clair asked, not really surprised to see Commander Richter up before her, as she sidled up to the counter. She looked at the seat next to Richter, filled with a slumbering, presumably drunken soldier, and likewise spilled him out of the chair. She leaned her killer lance up against the table as she sat.
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