Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jun 21, 2011 17:09:10 GMT -6
Tirion took a step towards the young swordsman and placed a meaty hand on his shoulder.
"Ta be honest, I don' know if we'll succeed. But, if we do retake Mullingard, me an' me da plan ta change our governing structure. It's currently made up o' a bunch o' old councilmen." Tirion took a moment to think about what he just said, "Well I suppose it's currently more likely ta be ruled under tha iron fist of a no good son of a donkey. It is normally governed by twelve councilmen. Each older than tha last that usually don' take anyone's opinion save fer their own on how ta run the city. Me da an' me plan ta at least change that. Maybe elect new councilmen or open their eyes ta what tha people want. Possibly even appoint a king who listens ta tha people. I can think of one who would be perfect fer that"
Tirion looked over in the direction of his inn room, thoughts of his father filling his head. He took a deep breath through his nose, as if refueling for his next rant, and faced the young man again.
"As fer afterwards. Well we 'ave a sister city named Faerderick that we been warrin' with fer some time. A very thin truce was made in observance o' the trouble round tha world. We plan ta make that permanent. I dunno how we're ta do it, but me da an' me wannae unite the cities. O' course, ye don' have ta bother with that part if'n ye don' want ta."
As Tirion finished, he spyed a head of light green hair. The swordsman looked over the heads of the people filing into the tavern for the night to confirm that it was who he thought it was. To his delight, he was able to identify the knight he recruited that afternoon.
"Actually, here comes one o' me comrades now! I just recruited him today." Tirion waved his arms, spilling some of his pipe leaves on the ground, "Reylan, man! O'er here!"
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Post by reylan on Jun 21, 2011 17:42:57 GMT -6
Reylan spun around upon entering the tavern once again, in response to a gruff and familiar voice. A sight of ginger facial hair was a short distance behind him.
Tirion was waving his arms in Reylan's direction, attempting to get the young cavalier's attention. He seemed to have been smoking a pipe, as smoke seemed to be escaping from his mouth as he spoke.
Reylan promptly made his way through the crowd of people to the area where Tirion was. Reylan gave a noble smile upon his arrival, adding in a concise nod as well.
He immediately noticed another person adjacent to Tirion, a fair-haired individual that looked about Reylan's age, if not younger. Judging from his initial appearance, Reylan would conclude that he had not had very much battlefield experience, but the intensity of his gaze hinted that he had an ambitious side about him.
Gasping slightly, Reylan directed his speech towards the newcomer, still slightly disillusioned. "I'm Reylan, a cavalier from Ostia. Tirion here recruited me earlier, and I'd be glad to help him with his cause. Pleased to meet you."
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Jun 21, 2011 18:41:36 GMT -6
Tim passed through the gates of Bulgar with a glum look. While the other merceneries had retired to the Inn, he had chosen to hunt down some "supplies". Alas, it had been less fruitful then he had prayed for. The time that he used to hunt down a single rabbit had consumed the span between leaving the tavern and returning to Bulgar. He had hoped to have been able to skin the creature before returning.
He pushed through the crowded streets of Bulgar, annoyed and surprised by the heavy traffic. It must have truly been the trade capital of Sacae to be this crowded. As he trudged through the groups of natives he realized that he hardly recognized the area he was in. Bits and pieces of it looked familiar, but as a hole it was rather alien.
"Dragon spit." He muttered, as he was enveloped by confusion.
He searched frantically, until he spotted a trio of men chatting outside a tavern. Was that where he had met Tirion and the others? He wasn't sure. After a brief pause of indecision, Tim decided to enter the tavern. Least it would get him out of that stampede.
Tim stumbled into the tavern, trying to catch his breath and regain his composure. He leaned against a wooden beam. His body wasn't suited for such a heated, sunny environment. At the rate he was going, he'd have a heat stroke. If sweet Elimine was merciful, then this tavern would have some water. He lurched forward, with a red face.
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Velnn
The "Before" years
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?I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday, and I love today." - Sage of Emporia
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Post by Velnn on Jun 22, 2011 17:44:31 GMT -6
Velnn listened to the explanation, and smiled. He hadn't cared so much about the contents of the answer as how it was said, and the man's clear, honest conviction settled the matter for him right then and there.
He was about to say as much, when his attention was drawn elsewhere, specifically, by the cavalier's calling, and approach. "Velnn." The mercenary responded to the greeting, "And likewise." He turned his attention back to- ...Tirion, that was it. He turned his attention back to Tirion. "A cavalier, huh? Is everyone your bringing this well-trained?"
The Sacean mercenary smiled good-naturedly, and held out his hand. "Sure, I'll come along for the ride." For a moment, the young man's eye caught another individual entering the building they were gathered near, but he didn't make much of it, before returning his attention to the others. "So, what now?"
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jun 22, 2011 18:37:37 GMT -6
Tirion crossed his arms after placing his pipe back in it's spot in his bag. A wide, warm smile contorted his face in a way that betrayed his usually intimidating looks. Just then, a voice was heard in the distance.
"Brother! Tirion, we're back!" Tirion looked over his shoulder to see Kaela and Talia returning with armfuls of things they clearly purchased that day with the allowance Tirion gave them. The norricman turned and knelt down to see the two eye to eye.
"Good! Yer just in time, lasses. We 'ave a new recruit and we're about ta discuss the plan. I need ye ta listen and take in everythin' I tell ye, okay?" The two nodded and Tirion stood back up, turning to face his compatriots.
"Well, we're missin' Elias, Garnet, Tim, Zeran and me da. Me da knows tha plan and I suppose we can go inside and at least order a drink while we wait fer tha others. Come on. "
Tirion made a gesture with his hand to beckon the four to follow him and walked inside the tavern.
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Post by reylan on Jun 22, 2011 18:55:55 GMT -6
Reylan candidly took Velnn's hand, shaking it as a sign of respect before letting it go. Tirion was smiling in an odd way - a way that one would never expect from a strong, bearded fellow.
Just then, a pair of voices shouted Tirion's name from further back, addressing the ginger warrior as "Brother". Barely a second passed, and two girls anxiously pushed their way through the tavern crowd, their arms full of paraphernalia from the town's shops. Reylan then witnessed Tirion crouching down to address them.
So, he brought his entire family with him? Reylan thought casually. Not exactly an ideal place, is it?
After Tirion finished speaking to his two sisters, he motioned for Reylan and Velnn to follow him inside, naming a few unfamiliar names, save for Zeran, who Reylan had met earlier that day when he first had entered the tavern. Nodding, he followed Tirion and Velnn inside.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
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Affinity: Fire
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OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jun 23, 2011 11:54:31 GMT -6
Wow! What that person talked to Elias about was totally a perfect use of such a large amount of time. It was completely justified for the information Elias gathered. Incredible. Now it was time to go to the bookstore! Oh, wait... He brought a hand up to act like a visor for his eyes as he stared right into the setting sun. "Balderdash. It's closed by now for sure." Ugh, well at least he got his self that nifty Elfire tome from the nice and not creepy at all man whom... seemed to have gone off somewhere. Bummer. Still a nice new magic tome, just like Garnet said he should get. Super powerful and FIRE too! Today was looking up, especially after how absolutely dreadful and morose it started.
He'd have to go find Garnet, tell him the good news, and prepare for this stupid thing. What was it again? Taking out some stupid big dumb oaf berserker villain loser idiot oaf or something. He couldn't remember the name, it was something stupid and foreign. Why couldn't they just speak the language everyone else in Elibe speaks? Oh well, didn't rightly matter, he didn't care in the slightest. He wasn't doing it for Big Red, but for Garnet. Garnet seemed interested in this thing, so Elias was gonna tag along. Garnet was the first friend Elias could ever say he's really had.... It was a bit embarrassing to say he'd follow Garnet just because he's Garnet but was basically how the situation was shaping out to be. Geez, when did Elias become so lame?
He wrapped his arms tightly around the magic tome he just received, it was heavy, then again a lot of magic books are. He likes to think it's the weight of the magic. Despite the fact if it's magic then it logically shouldn't have weight since it's not a tangible object but rather something conjured and blah blah boring mage stuff. Point is, books are heavy. I should head back to the inn. POSTHASTE! I need to show Garnet my new tome. It's like his big huge giant sword, but smaller and infinitely cooler and fire and red. Almost a different person then he was this morning, Elias cheerfully stepped into the inn and headed to the room the two were sharing. He wasn't there though, he must of went back to Big Red to talk about... erm... whatever.
Picking up his pack full of useless doodads and whatnots, he left the inn and looked for the unmistakable meaty man and his old man father guy. It wasn't hard to pick him out, tower of muscle and all that, he was surrounded by a buttload of people Elias didn't recognize. Not that he cared in the slightest, probably just random mercenaries. What he did care was there was no Garnet. "Hey, have you seen Garnet anywhere? I can't find him..." He asked casually, hopefully Big Red recognized him, since he needed a lead.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jun 23, 2011 14:05:14 GMT -6
Tirion stopped in the tavern doorway when he heard Elias' voice. The swordsman turned to acknowledge his reluctant mage companion. He seemed a bit worried about something even though he spoke casually. Come to think of it, Tirion hadn't seen Garnet since that morning.
"Can't say I have, Elias. Perhaps he's just wanderin' tha city and lost track o' time."
Tirion turned back around to enter the tavern.
"Join us fer some drinks! I'm sure he'll turn up. Besides, we need ta go over tha plan a bit and get ta bed early enough ta get goin' at first light."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
Posts: 451
Etruria Fame: 1
Sacae Fame: 2
Lycia Fame: 1
Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Jun 23, 2011 15:11:50 GMT -6
Drinks? Well he couldn't say he was surprised, totally looked like the kind of guy who loved the bottle. Elias, however, had more important things to do then get smashed and imbibe a liquid known solely for it's ability to make people dumber. "Nah, I think I'm gonna go looking for him." He couldn't help but be worried, just a bit. It was unlikely he got far, all of his stuff was still in the... erm... inn. There was a small twinge of guilt, partially because he wasn't able to get the things he needed for this... mission. Or whatever it would be called. He was going to get a regional map, information of the surrounding area, all that good stuff. Go hog wild over the little details the way only a mage can.
He gave a small wave and an almost smile as he left the tavern, he didn't know any of those other people and he didn't much want to be acquainted at the moment. What he really wanted was to find Garnet, and who knows where he might be. Okay Elias, use your brain, as hard as that may be. He's a fighter, a sword fighter. He doesn't wear much in way of armor, but he uses a giantly oversized weapon with a name that could be grilled. Still maybe he visited a smithy of some sort, he went out shopping. It would be a good idea to grab some armor before a dangerous task, like this, hopefully it would be red. Red armor really is the best.
As such, he should visit the blacksmith. Problem is there's probably five different ones in this city, and it was getting late so he wouldn't have time to speak to them all. He'd need to think about this carefully. He didn't see Garnet at all during his talk with that one man, there was one smithy in view from that spot. He remembered the smell of steel in the air, but he didn't remember seeing Garnet. It wouldn't be hard to pick him out of a crowd, what with his giant sword. It wasn't in the inn, so he brought it with him. All the swordsmen here used dainty toothpicks as if anything bigger then a foil would snap their arms from the sheer weight. The road he was on was also the way to get to another smithy from the inn they were both at, according to the map he was reading, so it's unlikely he went to that one unless he took some back roads. That leaves three, one is on the other side of the city so the chances were he went to one of these two... If he went to a smithy in the first place that is.
He should head to this one first, it was closest to the inn if you head the opposite direction Elias headed when he left.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
Posts: 28
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Post by Sextimus on Jun 23, 2011 23:31:25 GMT -6
Tim stumbled through the bar, a mixture of clumsiness and exhaustion. His arms flailed drunkenly, brushing customers left and right. He coughed up apologies, but didn't allow himself to be slowed down by his poor manners. He brought his hands down in a loud clasp upon the counter, hoping the his "rowdy" behavior would attract the bartender's attention.
The bartender reared his head and met Tim's dreary eyes with a fearsome gaze. He was balding, a thin horseshoe of black hair populated around one third of his head. His lower lip covered his upper one, giving him a stern expression."Whaddaya want.. wow! Hey, guy, you don't look too hot." He said as his angry expression faded.
"Wa...please sir, you sell water here don't you?" Tim asked, trying to remember his manners, despite the fact that he was about to faint.
The bartender responded with a nod and grabbed a dirty glass. He filled it to the brim with some water that dwarfed the grass in terms of cleanliness. The barkeep slid the beverage over to Tim. "Drink up, people dying is generally bad for business." He said, turning his head away, as he grabbed a washcloth and another dirty glass.
Tim gave the bartender a confused look. "Well" he said, his breathing heavy. "Uh, here's to not dying then!" The bartender met him with a grunt and the raised the now clean glass. Tim downed the drink within seconds, basking in the refreshing liquid. No sooner had he brought the drink down, then did he receive another glass from the bartender.
"Drink up!" He ordered.
Tim stared at the glass, surprised by the good service and oddly generous nature of the bartender. Despite his confusion, he wasn't about to pass up another drink. He was still hot as hell, so he needed the water. "Uh, thanks sir. How much am I going to owe you for this?" Tim asked, downing another drink.
The bartender's face contorted to give an expression of disappointment and disgust. He brought his hands down in heavy thud upon the counter. "You think this tavern's is desperate for money or something?" He asked, with a snort. He grabbed another glass and began to clean it. "Water's free so long as it keeps you from running into anymore of our customers. And I very much suggest that you do as such, Sacaen's don't generally like to be pushed around."
Tim turned his head in time to catch a few dirty looks from the folks he'd nudged. He shivered for a moment and turned his head around. "Thank you for the tip, sir. And thank you for the water." Tim said, with as much appreciation as he could muster. The bartender just waved his hand dismissively and the two ceased speaking.
Tim finished his final glass of water, his eigth or nineth, he hadn't really kept track. He looked around the tavern, but didn't see any sign of Tirion or the mercenaries. Tim frowned. He didn't want to trudge back through the unforgiving heat of Sacae. However, it didn't seem as he had a choice. "Take care of yourself" He said to the bartender, this time without a reply. He shrugged and tried to make his way out of the tavern. As he was walking he noticed that a particularly large brute was giving him a vary nasty look. Had Tim run into him? It didn't really matter, he should apologize to be safe. "Erm, sorry about running into you sir." He muttered, his voice barely louder then a whisper. The axe carrying ruffian kept his eyes on the hunter as the hunter walked past him. Tim turned his head around, hailing the brute with numerous apologies until he backed up into something. A person, and a strong one at that. Tim closed his eyes shut, cursing his luck and misdirection. Why did he have to leave for Sacae? Why couldn't he go somewhere nicer, somewhere where the sun wasn't so harsh and the brutes weren't so numerous? Why hadn't he gone to Lycia? Damn his ignorance, damn this savage land. Tim turned around to begin bombarding this new brigand with apologies when he realized that this brigand had red hair and a familiar looking tunic.
"Ah, Tirion? That's you isn't it? O thank Elimine!" He stuttered, his face a red, sweaty mess.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
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Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jun 25, 2011 22:35:58 GMT -6
"Oh. Well good luck, then." Tirion had a sinking feeling the wasn't going to see Elias again. Or Garnet, for that matter. However, the norricman wasn't able to spend much time dwelling on that feeling when he felt someone bump into his back. Tirion turned around to find it was Sextimus. He wasn't looking well.
"Oh! Tim, there ye are! What happened? Ye look like ye got dragged through tha streets! And I don't mean that metaphorically!"
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Post by reylan on Jun 25, 2011 22:47:09 GMT -6
It seemed that Tirion had already established a decent team, according to Reylan's imagination. He was currently addressing a sickly-looking man, who seemed much older than he actually was. Either way, it seemed that this man was an acquaintance of Tirion. Reylan turned to Tirion, rather perplexed.
"Do you know this man, Tirion? He looks rather frail..."
It was unlike Reylan to jump to conclusions, but something about this individual worried Reylan.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
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There was a beauty in that, one Tim did not fully understand. But that was ok, he felt it.
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Post by Sextimus on Jun 25, 2011 23:38:31 GMT -6
Tim let out a great exhale. There was no end to the joy brought by Tirion's arrival. O bless Elimine, bless her sweetly, the powerful Sacaen had arrived just in time. Those ruffians would stop giving him those awful glares, once they laid their eyes upon his massive friend. Tim almost wanted to hug the Sacaen in delight, but then he realized how immensely awkward and uncalled for that would be.
Tim was roundhouse kicked out of his happy thoughts when Tirion showed concern for his poor condition. He looked himself over. Tim looked at one of the tavern's windows. Wow, he was in poor condition. He was drenched in his own perspiration, his nice gray cloak was covered with dust, and his face was an orange-red. He'd been so caught up in Tirion's arrival that he had forgotten that he had almost fainted due to a heat stroke. Tim took a moment to reorganize his thoughts. He wiped his forehead clean of sweat and brushed off his gray clothes. "O right, sorry to worry you Tirion, I'm fine though... or at least i'm doing much better then a few moments ago. The bartender was more then helpful in getting me back on my feet." He said, taking a moment to cough and beat his chest with his right hand. "I was quite unprepared and subsequently overtaxed by the uh, heat you Sacaens have to put up with. It's not like Ilia, I can tell you that." He said, grinning and panting.
Tim noticed the other mercenary who had been with Tirion earlier that day. Did Tirion know Sextimus? Why of course, hadn't the merc seen him earlier in the day? Tim had been there when Tirion had recruited him. And.... frail? Tim frowned at the suggestion. Sure he didn't have battle experience but he.... he.... he had a good set of muscles on him, well it wasn't much compared to Tirion but it wasn't bad compared to the merc, right? Tim bit his lower lip in mild frustration
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Zeran
The "Before" years
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"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
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Post by Zeran on Jun 28, 2011 12:11:41 GMT -6
Having finished a bit of the jerky and skimmed through the tome here and there, Zeran closed the ancient book with a snap of the spine and rose from the bed, wondering what was taking Tirion so long to get up here. Sighing, he assumed that the man was somewhere around town doing something. Grabbing his overcoat and scarf, he threw the coat over himself and spun the scarf loosly around his neck. Picking up his back and sliding the tome down into it, Zeran spun on his heel as the strolled casually out of his room and down the stairs. Keeping all of his belongings close to him was something Zeran had gotten used to over the past couple years. The main trouble about leaving any belonging around would be that you would never know when a thief....Ahem, ANOTHER thief, could come around and take something.
Reaching the bottom floor, Zeran headed out the door and looked around in the dimmly lit darkness of the Sacaen village. Not technically seeing him, but his voice could be picked out from some distance away, typically the strange accent that he carried that other Sacaens didn't have. Following the accent, it led him to the tavern they had been in just earlier that day, walking through the doors with his hood down rather than up this time. Scanning the room, he spotted the giant talking to a group of people, being Reylan, Sextimus, Still a weird name...., and two others, one with blond hair the other with red hair, who was also dressed from head to toe in a deep red that matched his scarf. Approaching, Zeran raised his hand to Tirion and co. as he approached, announcing his presense despite being a thief. "Yo, Tirion, I was waiting for you in the inn but you never came up." Lowering his hand as he took a seat with his supposed comrades, he looked over at Tirion, "So, what exactly are we planning to do in your hometown, eh?"
((Srry for the delay, haven't been able to get on much lately.))
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jun 30, 2011 1:33:44 GMT -6
Tiroon turned to acknowledge his resident thief. The boy tried to take his money earlier that day, but he allowed him to join anyway.
"Well I did say ta meet back here. Perhaps I fergot ta tell ye."
Tirion turned and stepped into the crowded tavern.
"Anyway, it seems everyone is here that's gonna be here. So let's go over tha plan, aye?"
The norricman walked over with his usual long stride to an empty set of tables and motioned for everyone to sit.
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