Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jul 7, 2011 14:43:27 GMT -6
Calvin and the bleu haired girl conjtinued their convorsation for a while, which led Calvin wondering how the other convorsation was getting along, they were supposed to be listening... Either way Calvin didn't want to seem cruel by ignoring her so continude iwth their convorsation.
"I certainly hope so, I'm not strong enough to be travelling alone!"
Calvin gently chuckled, the offer of being protected by a young girl didn't seem to effect him, he didn't even know it was a bit wierd.
"I want to travel this continent and learn more! To do that I have to go everywhere, and I'll find a way to do that!
The convorsation was starting to compell Calvin, why was he headign to Bern so quickly when he hadn't even seen where HE lived.
"That's so impressive! I've never seen any real magic... or anyone fighting for that matter... What have you heard so far about the other group?"
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Jul 7, 2011 14:55:09 GMT -6
Isabel rolled her eyes at the boy's comments. He hadn't even introduced himself! How horribly... Umm... Un-good-mannered? That sounded good. So he forced her to begin the introductions... Isabel sighed, and then realized that, once again, she had yet to answer him.
"Well, I honestly haven't heard very much, other than the word 'siege'. From what little I know about sieges, they don't really sound like a place for cute young bards." Isabel laughed a little at that comment. "Also, as for my name, I am Isabel LeFury, practitioner of the dark side of magic. Currently roaming the world, looking for adventure and fun! So, who are you? Y'know, other than a young blond bard travelling the continent."
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jul 7, 2011 15:12:31 GMT -6
Calvin didn't know what a siege was at all, he also remained obliviosu to the fact he was called cute.
"That sounds like fun! My name is Calvin Toros!"
Calvin turned his atention over to the huddled group of,,, siege-ists? They were still whispering amoungst themselves.
"Well, I seemed to have interupted you, maybe we could go back to listening, afterall if you intend on joining them, it would save time if you already knew what was going on!"
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Jul 7, 2011 16:54:48 GMT -6
Calvin, huh? Neat name… He didn’t seem too worried about the dangers of a siege, either, so… He was either brave and stupid or just stupid. Probably just the latter, but… Eh. Most people seem stupid/ignorant when you are raised by a family of mages. Except other mages. Or people who read lots and lots of books. And then his suggestion to going back to what she had been doing before he had interrupted her? Gah, that would explain the manners… But she still put on a smile and nodded, and then proceeded to pretend to read the tome in front of her.
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Nezuel
Shaman
[M:0]
Posts: 7
Profession: Shaman
Affinity: Dark
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/thread/3239/nezuel
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Post by Nezuel on Jul 7, 2011 19:11:59 GMT -6
Nezuel arrived in Bulgar a little later than he had expected. He had hoped that the roads in Sacae were decent but it was not so. He had taken his time trying to avoid encountering any bandits. Although he was a shaman and his magic was powerful he was tired from his traveling and the sudden change in climate from freezing Ilia to the plains of Sacae. He had traveled to Sacae in order to avoid being pressed by the Ilian army. Unfortunately things in Sacae weren't much better off. After asking directions to a place to stay and find work from a guard he took the guard's advice and walked towards a tavern. He opened the door and walked through, ducking slightly to make sure he did hit the ceiling. He had found that his great height was perfect for intimidation and drawing attention but very poor for placed with low doors and ceilings.
Some chatter died down as he entered to tavern. But his was to be expected, a seven foot tall man wearing heavy robes was obviously out of place in such a tavern. He took a quick look around the tavern. There was a group of people with weapons, two them had red hair, perhaps they were related. One of them was nearly as tall as he was. He turned his gaze to two people around his age. One of them caught his eye or rather something she held in her hand. A dark tome. He could tell that the heavy tome was Flux because it looked exactly like the copy he had in his possession. He wondered at the bravery the girl possessed by publicly showing her skill, or at least interest, in elder magic.
After sizing up the situation he thought about confronting the girl, but not now. If confronted he could provoke her. Not to mention he wasn't quite sure on how to talk to members of the opposite gender. He decided to ask the owner if he knew anyone that needed a mercenary. The owner stumbled a little over his sudden question so he asked again, this time a little louder than he intended.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
Posts: 88
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jul 8, 2011 18:53:45 GMT -6
Tirion practically had his face in the map as he poured over it. Just looking at a layout of the city made him homesick. However, he still had a bit more of the basic gist of his plan to detail.
"Now, this part involves everyone. Even ye, Reylan. If Antaine don't get there a tenday after we leave, ready tha troops and move out. If he does, take another tenday before ye move out. 'Cause yer gonna be buildin' siege weapons." Tirion was getting a bit more excited as he continued his explanation. he was truly proud of himself for this portion of the plan, "Tha rest o' us will be inside tha city sewin' rumors an' quickly buildin' a rebellion. Gatherin' members of tha rebellion, trainin' 'em ta fight if'n they don't already know, a few acts o' defiance ta get ol' Halford riled up an' whatnot. That kind o' stuff. Then..."
A gigantic grin stretched Tirion's face as he continued and pointed at Reylan.
"Once ye reach tha farmland outside tha city, wait 'til night and then launch tha attack. As Halford calls his troops ta tha walls, we launch our rebellion inside 'em! It'll be an all out battle on two fronts, dividin' tha forces Halford has! He won't know what hit 'em!"
Tirion was breathing a bit heavily over his excitement. Slightly lightheaded, he slumped back into his chair. The serving wench showed up with their drinks and handed them out.
"Oh. Thank ye, lass. Here ye go." Tirion tossed her a few coins as a tip and grabbed his dark beer. It went down rough, not as bitter as he liked it. But it wasn't all that bad compared to the draft from the Dancing Blade.
"So. What do ye think?"
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Post by reylan on Jul 8, 2011 20:24:50 GMT -6
Reylan felt his mind clench once again, but he immediately regained his train of thought as Tirion addressed him once more. The instructions were clear, and Reylan saw fit to commit the plan to memory. Ironically, he had used a similar tactic in Santaruz when rescuing Balthier, almost a year prior. However, this was something much more dangerous.
Reylan simply nodded in response, slightly taken aback by Tirion's toothy grin. He was speechless for the moment, as he had never been involved in such a large-scale operation. The feeling was slightly euphoric, but unnerving for the most part. If a risky venture such as this would prove to be successful, then the entrie brigade would be hailed as heroes. This thought seemed to tickle one of Reylan's biggest nerves, as his own father was a local hero himself, having brought glory to the Lycian army before his death. Still, the young cavalier could not afford to become careless. Reylan would carry out his duties faithfully, regardless of the outcome.
After a few moments of silence, the bar wench returned with the drinks. Reylan dug into his satchel to retrieve a few gold coins for a tip, handing five of them to the wench, adding in a statement of gratitude.
"Thank you. I haven't had a mead in ages."
After the wench left, Reylan began drinking the concoction, the sweet, tart-like taste quickly rejuvenating his deprived taste buds.
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Zeran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
Posts: 14
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Post by Zeran on Jul 9, 2011 11:14:01 GMT -6
((Lol, just going to go an easy rout for all of this.))
Ignoring the situation around him, Zeran looked closely at the map infront of him. The place was heavily fortified, and it seemed that Tirion's plan to infiltrate as merchants was certainly the best bet. However, a few concerns came to mind. Did the wagon have enough supplies to make it seem as if they were merchants? Would any of them be able to keep up appearances when inside? Regardless, this was still the best bet for this situation.
Looking over to Tirion, Zeran started speaking when he finished. "Since we're starting a rebellion, do you believe there's an information network I can access within the city to find the weaker points in the military?" This would allow them to gain an element of surprise in their campaign rather than suddenly stirring up a riot. "Also, is there a sewage area where we could pick up items that we could slip into their food supply? Weaken their moral and all that."
Placing his finger on what looked like a prison keep in the city, Zeran then finally asked. "And last but not least, where exactly is your lady being held, in the prison areas or in the castle, because I may eventually need to find a route inside for her and a surprise on or for this supposed ruler your going against." Though it was most likely the castle, the prison would be a place to find and release any old allies that Tirion may know. Hopefully he would recognize this as he took his finger off the map and leaned back in his chain, waiting for any responses.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
Posts: 88
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jul 9, 2011 11:34:24 GMT -6
Tirion was startled by Zeran's sudden interjection. Also, he didn't quite like the way he wanted to do things.
"We ain't gonna poison 'em, Zeran. That's somethin' Halford would do." Tirion looked at the map sullenly. It was also something he would have gladly done when he was in the military. That person was someone he would be ashamed to know, let alone be again, "No. That's outta tha question. As fer information gatherin', I'm sure ye can do somthin' and it's likely it'll be most o' yer job in Mullingard, but I got friends in tha military. High up friends. Fer instance, I doubt Erie, who ye seem ta think of as me lady, is bein' held anywhere. But she was recently hired on ta be Halford's closest advisor. She'd likely know plenty o' secrets if'n we can get her away from tha bastard."
He thought for a moment.
"Plus, tha Aedirn stockades are no simple thing ta break into. We may need ta, though. 'Cause there's a certain man we'll need on our sides. And if'n he ain't already dead, he'll be there."
Tirion pointed at the council building and drew a line with his finger across the river to the military buildings on the other side, trying to indicate that the prison was under all of that. Then he sat back and took another drink, sighing heavily.
"O' course, I hadn't planned on talkin' 'bout these things until we were inside tha city. Brief ye all when we could actually do these things and not be almost a month away."
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Zeran
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Life's much easier when you have two coins to rub together. Good thing I have plenty!"
Posts: 14
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Post by Zeran on Jul 9, 2011 12:14:15 GMT -6
Close his eyes, Zeran crossed his arms and his hummed to himself, analyzing over what he had just said. Poison wasn't what he would want to and he had a large part of this already well planned out. Very good in his opinion, he hadn't met many people who had this kind of ideas as well as a large amount of strength. Nodding to himself, he also understood that he hadn't been planning on telling them everything just yet. Openning his eyes, Zeran reached down to his side and drew his slim dagger from its sheath, peering into its metal as he remembered the devious people he had stolen from in the past for the betterment of the people.
Leaning forward, the dagger is a gentle, careful grip in his hand, Zeran casually pointed the silver blade at the map, and then looked over to Tirion. "A month eh, seems like a perfect time to train and ready up for what we're getting ourselves into." Smiling to himself, he pointed the blade over at Tirion and said cheerfully, "Well, I'm putting my life in your hands for the sake of your people, so don't lose your resolve at any time in this campaign, alright?" Flipping the dagger into the air and catching it so the blade was now pointed towards himself, Zeran moved the blade back down to his side and into its sheath, still smiling.
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Sextimus
The "Before" years
[M:0]
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 Jul 9, 2011 21:13:16 GMT -6
Tim paid less attention to the plan then he should have. He was somewhere between keeping his focus and maintaining a bias against the Sacaen. He had to admit, from what he could hear, the siege plan was very well thought out. Fighting a battle on two fronts wouldn't be easy for the enemy, and considering Halford's reputation among the citizenry, a rebellion didn't sound all that difficult to sow together. Just so long as Halford didn't catch wind of the rebellion and neither of Tirion's forces took overwhelming casualties at the beginning of the battle, every thing would run by smoothly. It wasn't bad, no that was belittling it, it was a fantastic plan really. Even so, Tim couldn't help but feel a tinge of dissapointment. He sighed in agitation, annoyed at the Sacaen's versatility. Tirion was so fortunate, so blessed, and he probably didn't even know it.
His water arrived with the rest of the drinks. It was bland and simple, but refreshing, not that Tim really noticed. He'd all but forgotten about his near death experience. He didn't even acknowledge the fact that he could still drop from heat stroke should he do anything too strenuous. Not that that was likely, he was in too much of a somber state to do anything, too lethargic to do any real activity. Which annoyed him. Why was he so bothered? Nothing should be souring his mood, he was about to embark on a great quest. He was going to do something important, something more then menial labor. This was the beginning of a turning point in his life. Was it really? Did these men need him? He had decent eyes, but what could that do for them? As if he could spot the good guys and bad guys in this Mullingard. No, with a pair of real mercs, an ex soldier, a crafty pickpocket, and a talented mage, these men didn't have a need for a frail hunter like Tim. As if he could help them, he'd probably be too scared to kill someone charging at them, let alone hit them.
He closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair to the back of his head. Why in the world did he have to rush over to Tirion and co earlier that morning? Why didn't he just sit there, eat his potatoes and just regret that he hadn't jumped up and run over to the group? That would have been so much better. He wouldn't have to have met this copy of Leon, well no, this man was much nicer then Leon, but he exhumed similar characteristics. It felt like nothing changed. It was like a slap in the face. Just then, he realized exactly how similar this current job and his work back on the farm were. He was going to be doing the simple things while the others did the heavy lifting. He'd be a mule, once again, while the other's became heroes. Tim furrowed his brow and ran his hand down his face. He'd hoped to have gotten away from such a bleak existence, and yet, current events made that seem impossible.
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Iorran (Tirion)
The "Before" years
[M:5]
Only united will we find salvation.
Posts: 88
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Post by Iorran (Tirion) on Jul 11, 2011 10:07:00 GMT -6
Tirion simply nodded at Zeran while taking another drink. It was beginning to grow on him a bit, the dark beer he ordered. Of course, it still wasn't the Dancing Blade's exclusive draft, but the slight sweetness made it practically a different beer altogether. He was pretty much done revealing the plan. Or at least as much of it as he was planning to mention at that point. Leaning back even father in his chair, he scratched the back of his head for a moment. Perhaps he should ask his new team about themselves? He'd spent so much time blathering on about him and his plan, it would be good to actually listen for once.
He was about to ask Sextimus about himself when he noticed that he was acting rather strange.
"Um... Tim? Sextimus? Somethin' wrong?"
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Nezuel
Shaman
[M:0]
Posts: 7
Profession: Shaman
Affinity: Dark
Profile: http://fewotw.proboards.com/thread/3239/nezuel
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Post by Nezuel on Jul 11, 2011 14:36:00 GMT -6
Nezuel turned as he caught fragment of the red haired man's conversion without really trying to. "Siege...?" he said, turning away from the owner who was glad to be rid of the man. If the owner didn't know about work then perhaps these people were. Could it be that they were mercenaries like himself? He should just ask. Worst case scenario they told him to piss off, best case they told him what was happening. Unless, that is, they get mad over him accidentally listening in on their conversation. But perhaps they could use him. It wasn't every day that you met a user of elder magic. If they were planning to siege a city there may be some mages in it.
He slowly made his way over to table. He approached the tall man with the red hair trying his best to be as relaxed and non-hostile as he could be. He bowed slightly to the man, bring his right hand across his body to his shoulder. "Excuse me sir." he said, rising from his bow. "My name is Nezuel, a mercenary seeking employment. The owner of this tavern was less than knowable about local work, perhaps you would know more than he did?"
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Isabel
Shaman
It's been far too long since I last flexed my magical muscles!
Posts: 233
Profession: Witch for Hire
Affiliation: N/A
Affinity: Fire
OoC Alias: Izzy
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Post by Isabel on Jul 11, 2011 20:13:00 GMT -6
Isabel looked up from her fake reading of her tome, and then back over to the group she and Calvin were listening to. She proceeded to notice that a tall man was walking over to them and seemed to be talking to the tall red-haired one. This just wouldn't do! That man, who was so obviously a mage of some sort, was stealing her thunder as a magic user who was introducing themselves and probably proposingto travel with them! Why, the nerve of that man who... Clearly had no idea what he was doing... Curse logic. Isabel snapped her tome shut, and looked over at Calvin. "Come on bard, we're going over there this instant!" She reached over, grabbed the boy's arm, and then began dragging him with a strength that she truly shouldn't have posessed. Her Flux tome under her left arm and her right hand on Calvin's arm, she marched across the room, and proceeded to bump into the tall mage-looking dude, walking straight through him.
"My name is Isabel! I am a mage, I overheard your conversation, and I want in!"
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Calvin Toros
Pupil
Friendship gives value to survival
Posts: 154
Profession: Bard
Affinity: Light
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Post by Calvin Toros on Jul 11, 2011 20:25:11 GMT -6
As soon as Isabel's head peered up from reading her tome (which Calvin sincerely thought she was doing) Calvin's stare switched over to Isabel. She seemed slightly... irritated, about the tall man who approached the group.
Calvin smiled quietly when he was called by Isable, or at least he assumed he was "bard". Calvin didn't really care what they were going to do, his arm was snatched and he was pulled right out of his seat, of course his natural reaction grabbing his bag, pulling it off the back of the chair behind him and over his shoulder.
As they passed the tall man in the dark robes calvin gently waved using his fingers, while Isable seemed to totally ignore his existance. The halted and Isable promptly announced herself and what she wanted. Calvin just stood quietly beside her.
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