David Krisby
Mercenary
DEAD
"Where is MY path to redemption?"
Posts: 81
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Post by David Krisby on Jan 25, 2011 18:06:24 GMT -6
David was unfazed by Fran's cute gestures. She was acting like a teenager, come to think of it, he still didn't know how old she was. Regardless, he had to think quickly, something unique. But what made Ilia unique was the vast amounts of mercenaries. Taking Fran to a mercenary guild was not the brightest idea.
"Have you seen a church of Elimine? I'm not a religious person myself, but I've heard that they're built to look beautiful." A religion that prides itself on outward appearances, go figure.
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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 26, 2011 22:52:50 GMT -6
"Well, it's too large for Officer Feldsky, and I'm certainly not wearing it." Mavick responded almost humorously. "Well, go on, take it and try it on! Make sure the damned blacksmith got the measurements right!" The shaman then looked to Clair. "Easy? Yes, well, easy enough. Just flat out stupid." Mavick's face was getting red just thinking about the man, who wasn't stupid, but HAD mistaken him for a small child. Leaving the stableboy to Richter, he took a seat on the stool on Richter's other side. "This is my first time in an Illian city, and I have to admit it, I am genuinely impressed." he admitted to Clair. "When all this is over, I'm going back to Ostia and making sure it's rebuilt in such a manner. Ostia has always been a military state, but it pales in comparison to what I've seen today."
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 26, 2011 23:55:01 GMT -6
"Alright, alright," said Richter, walking over to the stableboy holding his armor. "Let's go get this tried on." The commander walked up to the tavernkeep, about to ask if he could use one of the rooms, but the tavernkeep just ushered him upstairs, himself currently trying to get one of Richter's drunken soldiers out from behind his desk.
As the two made it to the top of the stairs, Richter took the armor off of the stablehand and flicked the kid another coin. "I can do this myself. Now go get back to my horse," he said commandingly. The stablehand nodded. "Yes, sir," he replied eagerly, rushing off down the stairs. Richter just shook his head, finding an empty room and closing the door behind him.
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Fran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Jan 27, 2011 5:21:00 GMT -6
"Oh...The one of the eight heroes, right?" Fran wondered how the church would look like, David said it looked beautiful. "I never went there, Arcadia has no church. Well, we have some temples for our god," she said. Then, without wasting time, she grabbed David's right arm. "What are you waiting for? Take me there."
"But before that..." Fran stared toward him and smiled. "Thank you."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 27, 2011 14:57:59 GMT -6
"We Illians make our living off of our skills at playing war. It's like visiting a carpenter's home, and finding a well built house."
Clair took pride in her nation's abillities, but she'd never seen the walls of Edessa in the light she'd seen them in today. She'd been too young; too inexperienced to see the strength in the walls. Now that she'd gained some experience, she was better equipped to recognize it, though, in reality, she'd only seen a couple of forts. Not enough to truly gain great insight into what made defensive walls more or less effective.
"Ostia couldn't have a better model fortress. You've got my support, Mavick, for what it's worth." The destruction of Ostia had been something that had bothered her for a long time. They'd not been in a position to do anything other than try and help the survivors, but she still wished they could have done more, for all those people's sakes.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 27, 2011 15:22:23 GMT -6
Richter flexed and moved his limbs after having put on the armor. He'd never been much of an armor person, but this set was extremely well crafted. It hugged his limbs without restricting his movements, and was economically designed, it seemed, to conserve metal while still covering the most important points on his body. This made the plates light, but seemingly sturdy. Of course, he wouldn't know the quality of the armor until he was able to test it.
The commander threw on his cape and head back down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, he turned to Mavick. "Mavick, I've never been a huge armor wearer, but I can see myself getting attached to this set," he said, still twisting his joints and flexing his arms. "I might never take it off."
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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 Jan 27, 2011 15:36:00 GMT -6
It wasn't even prime time yet, and it was too loud. Horrible doors and walls contributed that much. For the time, Marle had been tossing and turning in her bed, trying to keep the sound out by gong under the covers, and placing the pillow over her head as she lay there. She had only had a brisk nap, but that was about all she was going to get it seemed. Looking about the somewhat dark room, Marle's eyes strained against the low light, and looked into the corner. All of her things were still there. Good.
Getting out of bed, Marle put on her armored boots once again, as well as her gauntlets and plate covered mail gloves, and slipped on an uncharacteristic coat with it. It wasn't simple, a little ornate, for public occasions. She had bought it with a bit of pay after becoming a knight. It was one of the only things she had that she brought with her from her quarters in Araphen. It was a warm coat, with wolf's fur along the collar and the cuffs. Looking about her room once more, she walked back in, and grabbed a hand mirror, checking her hair. It was well enough, not matted, but needed cleaning from the journey, but baths would have to wait.
Grabbing her Dragonspear, since it was clearly more valuable than the rest of her items, she walked downstairs. A bit of wandering around later, she found Clair and Mavick, and soon Richter. Grinning, she walked to them briskly. It was nice to be out of that clunky, bulky not to mention heavy armor. To her surprise, that is what Richter was wearing now, and she laughed.
"Don't do that. Trust me. It is really hard on the body wearing heavy armor for long periods of time. Of all people, I should have the most experience. I feel rather liberated without mine!"
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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 27, 2011 21:09:27 GMT -6
Mavick nodded. "Thank you, Officer Feldsky." he replied. Hearing Richters proclomation, the little shaman turned in his seat and smirked. "Well, Commander, I must say that it suits you. Red is most certainly your color." Yes, Mavick was proud that the Commander liked his armor. "Of course, you'll have to get used to the feel of a shield, but I think that can wait for a few days."
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Post by Valcrist on Jan 27, 2011 21:25:15 GMT -6
Why was it so cold here? Why was it just so... cold in Ilia. It was nothing like Nabata, snow was everywhere. A sight that took him aback at first, that muted his voice as he tried to comprehend the sheer beauty of falling snow. When he first touched it, it was cold. Cold and wet. Not things he was used to. It was amazing to see just how different his home was from most of the world. Lycia was heavily forested, while Sacae was vast and full of grass and flowers. Now Ilia, with it's snow and cold...
Not a feeling that was alien to him, desert nights during certain parts of the year can get quite chilly. But... this was an advanced kind of cold, unrelenting and never changing, that only gets worse at night. It chilled him right down to the bones, and threatened to never let go. He couldn't survive in such bitter temperatures outside, if he didn't find a way to somehow find a place to sleep in at night. His gold was drained from his travel here, and his attempts to raise more was essentially futile. It seemed he'd have to pull an all nighter tonight, making it his mission to stay warm and using what little gold he had left to avoid being kicked out of the places he was going to hide out in.
So he just kind of sat there, passing a glance around. Rowdy and drunk soldiers enjoying their time in the city seemed to burst from the seams that kept this building together. Well, it wasn't that bad of a problem, but the cacophony of laughter and talk made it hard to make out conversations of anyone not right by you. His eyes drifted to a particular sight, a group surrounding a man in new armor. Val could tell it was new just by looking at it, perfectly untouched by battle. Bright red and assembled in a very conservative fashion, only the essentials receiving heavy plating. A design fitting of a more agile fighter, though not as agile as Val's style. His style was one that relied on speed and had thin leather or light chain mail at best. Either the pink haired man had just gotten it, or he never fought and wore it only to appear intimidating.
Valcrist had laid his head on the table, with a mug of plain water to the left. His back uncomfortably slumped and his eyes groaning without him needing to make a sound. "That woman has a nice spear..." He muttered to his self. "Dragon spear, I think."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jan 27, 2011 21:39:13 GMT -6
Clair spotted Marle, and within a moment, Richter as well, coming towards them and looked them over.
"Oh, but he does make quite the handsome portrait in it, doesn't he?" Clair laughed as the Commander flexed in his new armor. It was impressive, but it left his sides more vulnerable to attack than it ought. Maybe they could supplement it with some leather, or chain mail later on.
"You look good as well, Marle. I love your coat." The wolf fur trim had not gone unnoticed by the Pegasus Knight. It looked warm. It also looked rugged, and tough, but in a beautiful sort of way. Much like her friend.
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Post by Meredy Laplace on Jan 28, 2011 11:55:06 GMT -6
The group had spent more time outside in the plaza than they would like to admit. It wasn't particularly surprising, though. The sights were amazing, after all. It was getting dark however, and the cold wilds were having an effect on the trio.
"I believe we should get to that inn we saw on the way here. There's no reason to spend more time here." And they still had to tell Richter of what had happened at her aunt's home.
"Yeah, I'm freezing here for crying out loud. Unlike our friend, I'm not carrying two tons of armor" Max barked. The cold was getting to her too. She was wearing a breastplate, and her new boots were quite warm(which was to be expected, given where she bought them). There was still the problem of her dress, though. There was no way that could ever help with the cold.
"Very well. It should be two blocks away from here, unless I'm mistaken." Thamir simply turned around and started making his way towards the building.
The sight was not something anyone would have expected. The pink-haired commander was moving around and bending himself in odd shapes. It wasn't until Meredy saw the red sparkle that she figured out why that was. "If you don't mind, commander Richter, I must say that it seems to be a nice fit" she said as they closed in on the group.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jan 28, 2011 14:18:36 GMT -6
"Well, my armor is a bit lighter than yours, but thank you for the warning," replied Richter, addressing his cousin's comment. He could see why armor could be hard on her. She wore some heavy platemail, and combined with her smaller frame, he was almost surprised she marched all the way to Edessa in it. Not that surprised, though. It was Marle after all.
Richter turned to Meredy and her cohorts as they walked into the tavern. He nodded at the girl's compliment.
"I'd have to agree," replied the commander. Jutted a thumb at Mavick. "Credit goes to Mavick, though. He's the one who took those masterful measurements." Richter glanced at his arm, admiring the craftsmanship. "The blacksmith wasn't too shabby either." He paused, though, and his small sliver of a smile vanished off of his face, though to the untrained eye, it would seem like nothing had changed at all. "Also, sorry to hear about the state of the family business, Meredy, but Edessa is a great city. I'm sure you'll find something here to do with yourself."
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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 28, 2011 16:32:36 GMT -6
"Yeah, yeah... Don't mention it..." David mumbled. Really, he was too kind for his own good, taking little girls sight-seeing. He just hoped this wouldn't become something natural.
David led Fran to the grand Cathedral, wherein the Church of St. Elimine was. The building was massive on the outside, and a look inside of it showed a good reason. At the far end of the main hall, where people gathered for sermons, there was a large statue of St. Elimine herself, holding the tome Aureola in one hand, and the Saint's Staff in the other. It seemed that there hadn't been any major services, so not many people were roaming the halls.
"Yep, she's still the beautiful leader of a large amount of our world, even in death. I don't come here often. I've some bad memories of St. Elimine's church." David had bad memories no matter where he went, so that was a moot point.
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Fran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"I am so excited."
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Post by Fran on Jan 29, 2011 6:56:11 GMT -6
"This place is great, David." Fran had a wide smile. When David said he had bad memories with this place, Fran didn't say anything. It was his privacy, she wouldn't ask the reason. She was afraid she might hurt his feeling if she did.
"So this is church." Fran unconsciously started to walk into the main hall. She was too amazed with the architecture. The ice dragon liked the statue, St. Elimine looked beautiful and elegant. It was weird though, she killed many of her races but Fran didn't have hatred toward her. Well, she hadn't been born when that war between humans and dragons happened. Beside, she never hated Athos as well. "Wow, that woman looks beautiful. Now I understand why Athos always praised her."
Fran watched people kneeling near the statue. "Are they praying?" She asked.
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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 8:14:08 GMT -6
"Hmm, yes, I suppose they're praying..." David said, noticing what Fran was looking at, "I wouldn't know anything about that subject, though..."
Then it hit him, what she had said. "W-w-w-w-wait a second!" He accidentally raised his voice, gaining the attention of a few priests. He lowered his volume once he had noticed that. "Are you saying that you know Athos? There's no way that a human could live that long, right?" Unless of course, the explanation was David's archnemesis, magic.
Why do people always just assume they can claim something is magical and get away with it? The more magic in the world, the less realistic the world seemed. David had a wish in the back of his mind that magic really wasn't real, and that mages were just tricking the populace.
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