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 20:46:36 GMT -6
The three newcomers startled Tirion. First a man who looked as though he matched Tirion's height who was dressed in dark robes. Then two children walked up shortly after. He wasn't sure he knew what to make of it. Yes, new members to his force was a good thing and he would love having someone he could actually look in the face without looking down at. However, he was reluctant to letting the girl and her... friend? Boyfriend? He wasn't sure, but either way, they both looked rather young for battle. Compounding that with how the girl acted, Tirion was sure they couldn't be older than fourteen.
"T'ain't no place fer children, lass. We're not out ta play, we're lookin' ta liberate a city. Death will be at our doorstep every moment and it's up ta us to not let it in. I don' wannae expose ye two ta that sort o' life."
He looked up at the robed man and then went to stand up. Sure enough, their faces met each other, eyes nearly level. He eyed the man closely, scratching his beard with his free hand and holding his flagon with the other.
"So, what can ye bring ta this merry band o' bravos?"
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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 21:18:41 GMT -6
Isabel rolled her eyes in exasperation. Lass? To PLAY? What did this man think, that she was a little lost girl looking for her mother? H*ll no! This wasn't cool. Not at all. And if this man thought he could so easily dismiss her and yet talk to the other mage? Hah! Isabel would show him... She let go of Calvin, and put both hands on her tome. She gave Calvin a look that could only be classified as the 'LeFury business look' (a fire in the eyes that gave a hint as to their inexplicable anger/determination), and then turned back to the red-haired giant.
Sure, his comment had been directed to the tall mage, but it was a good opportunity. "What can I bring?" Isabel asked. She held up her Flux tome. "I'm sure you can't read it, but the words on the front here signify this book contains spells of the darkest sort. I draw my magic from the long-forgotten language within! I can summon orbs if darkness that could kill a man! So don't you dismiss me, for I am Isabel LeFury, soon to be the greatest practitioner of the Eldest Magic the world has ever seen!" As Isabel calmed down a little, she glanced back at Calvin. "Oh, and that's Calvin. He has no weapon or magic experience whatsoever."
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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 21:43:24 GMT -6
Tirion was again startled by this Isabel. She, again, showed signs of immaturity. But it did remind him a bit of himself at that age. The swordsman was about to kneel down to speak with her when he saw the tome suddenly be wrapped in a coating of utter blackness and float over to Talia. The quiet girl flipped through the pages without lifting a finger.
"This is an instructional grimoire of the Flux spells. A basic form of elder magic. It brings back memories..." her distant tone put a bit of a chill down Tirion's spine, but he knew she meant nothing by it. Talia then produced her own Flux tome, old and worn down, along with different tome that looked fairly new. It wasn't looking good for Isabel and her friend. Still, she did have a certain feeling about her. He saw himself when he was younger. Perhaps he could help her learn from his own mistakes in life. He wasn't getting any younger and he needed practice being fatherly if he were to go through with proposing to Erie.
It was a tough decision. He already had a skilled shaman on his team. And, according to Talia, she was just at a basic level. That was assuming she was still learning from the tome, that is. She could have been some prodigy like Talia and just carried it around out of nostalgia's sake. He wasn't sure what to make of the situation. He didn't have anything to say for the first time in a long while.
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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 22:04:20 GMT -6
Calvin wasn't entirely sure what was happening. Isabel had just announced her presence as a mage, and the both of them were shot down. According to the red headed giant, he and Isabel were just children, too young to already be facing death. Calvin didn't exactly disagree, it wasn't even his idea to approach the group of mercenaries.
Isabel of course felt different. She for one, simply would not stand rejection. She glared at Calvin, which changed his usualy innocent smile to a nervous grin. The blue haired bag of confidence proudly described her strength in magic. Calvin was instantly impressed, he had never met someone so incredibly powerfull! (Well at least thats what she claimed to be)
Then she looked back at calvin and took a second to explain his uselessness. Calvin nervously stook a step behind Isabel, partially hiding himself. Suddenly the book Isabel held so fondly was coated by a black outline, before floating over to another female. Calvin was impressed, and stepped out from behind Isabel. He was beginning to worry what would happen, he was pretty sure the fiery Isabel wouldn't like someone stealing her book... or thunder.
He remained silent, for now all he could do was watch.
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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 12, 2011 9:35:10 GMT -6
It seemed that his approach had startled the girl who had been reading her flux tome. It was an unintended side affect but one that he had planned for. As she bumped into him he moved back slightly. Giving her the illusion of having more strength than she did, trying to help her impress the red-haired man. As they talked he returned the wave the small boy had given him when the girl had pushed past him. He remained silent, observing even when the man had asked him what he could bring. By the way the girl acted she would not be dissuaded so easily and any conversation he would start would end up being interrupted by her.
He was surprised when the tome was lifted out of the girl's hands and floated towards another girl. By the way the girl sounded she had not only mastered Flux but possibly another tome. Could it be Nosferatu or Luna? The first who's power over life could allow a shaman to fight an entire army by himself. Or the second against which there is no defense? Surly it couldn't be Eclipe or The Freezing Flames. "Creeping Darkness," he said, the word coming out of his mouth slowly and in almost the same tone as the girl who identified it. "It seems that this girl is no stranger to danger." He turned towards the man with the red hair, "I doubt you would be able to stop her from the dangerous path she has already chosen."
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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 Jul 12, 2011 13:32:17 GMT -6
Tirion needed to end this quickly. He knew Talia wasn't gloating about her prowess or insulting Isabel, but he was afraid that the girl would take it differently. The last thing Tirion needed was bad blood in his group. Were they part of the group? Tirion hadn't yet decided, but he definitely just thought of them as such. still scratching his beard, he shrugged and then took another drink.
"Talia, t'ain't no way ta act." he said as he turned to the young Sacaean, "I know yer just tryin' ta inform me, but I'm sure Isabel don't enjoy ye flauntin' yer books."
Talia looked a bit embarrassed. She certainly hadn't thought that through. He placed her books back in her bag and floated the flux tome back to Isabel.
"I... I didn't..." came her nearly silent voice. Tirion nodded and placed a hand on her head.
"I know. No worries, lass." Tirion then looked at Isabel, "As fer ye two. If'n yer not gonna be discouraged so easily, perhaps I could use ye. But be wary. One false move could mean yer life out there. The Norric don't slack off when it comes ta fightin'. 'Specially not Halford's men."
Tirion turned back to the robed man. His weight shifted to one leg an he place a hand on his waist, sizing the man up. He certainly didn't look the fighting sort, but looks can be deceiving.
"As fer ye. I ask again. What can ye bring ta me party?"
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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 12, 2011 17:42:29 GMT -6
Sextimus reluctantly lifted his head up upon receiving the burly Sacaen's concern. Great, on top of all of his other brilliant qualities this man had to be sympathetic and friendly too. Damnitall, why didn't this meaty paragon have a single flaw? At least then, Tim would have a half-decent reason to spite him.
Just as Tim began to steel himself in order prevent Tirion from learning any of his ridiculous feelings, a trio of erm mercs? appeared out of nowhere. And would you believe it? One of them was the girl who'd been staring at Tirion. And not only that, they all wanted jobs. Sextimus scowled, eying the three newcomers with distaste and frustration. His eyes became alight with fire. How the hell did they even know that Tirion was hiring? Tim could hardly believe it, Tirion didn't even need to advertise, people just naturally flocked to him. They threw themselves at his feet, he didn't need to do a thing in order to find employees. It was unbelievably maddening!
Tim sighed heavily, wiping the sweat from his forehead. At least now he didn't need to answer the "Sun-Sacaen's" question. Tim didn't really have the strength to hide his ridiculous feelings. He'd been feeling more and more down-trodden as the situation progressed. It was depressing, suffocatingly nostalgic. Tim tore his eyes from the three potentials and stared at his reflection in the relatively clear water. Maybe he should just leave. Yeah, leaving sounded pretty nice about now, its not like these warriors needed a marksman who didn't have the bold nature required to kill a man in self-defense. Huh, with everything going on, Tim had completely forgotten to inform Tirion that he'd never killed a man. Funny, in the midst of all that was happening it seemed like such a mediocre problem. As if being able to kill a man was now something simple, something he didn't even need to worry about. And yet, if a thug came charging at him with an axe, Tim doubted he'd be able to perform the few measures required to put an arrow in his chest. How pitiable.
Tim rose from his chair and clapped his hands on the table. "I'm going to get some fresh air." He said, in a drained mumble. With that Tim made his way to the tavern door at a brisk space, his head down, and his mouth in a frown. He took what little comfort that could give him. At least when his back was turned they couldn't see him for the sad, jealous wreck that he was.
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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 12, 2011 20:34:37 GMT -6
Isabel let out a laugh as her tome was returned to her. "You think I'll be slacking off just because I'm young? Don't worry about me! And trust me, big guy, you won't have to worry about me making a stupid mistake. You won't regret letting me come along!" The young dark mage (in training) smiled on the outside, but scowled on the inside. That 'Talia' might be... Problematic, but if Isabel was going to be going along with these people, she had to be on her best behavior and operate on 'Forgive and Forget!'. Isabel gave Calvin a grin, and then took a few steps towards Talia.
"Shall we put your ittle move behind us so we can work together as acquaintances?" Isabel said with a slight smile, right had outstretched in a formal manner.
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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 12, 2011 20:55:02 GMT -6
...What? Calvin remained unresponsive, standing still with a blank expression as everything unfolded itself within minutes. The tall man in dark robes spoke, apparently praising Isabel, although Calvin had to agree with what he had said. Isabel had already decided to go with them, Calvin didn't really see that changing. He was glad when the red headed man controlled the female, and after, what seemed to be some sort of an apology, an outburst was prevented and Calvin was filled with both relief and Joy. However thsoe feelings lasted mere moments before Calvin realised, did he just join a group of mercenaries to help reclaim a city?
...neato~!
Calvin blatently overlooked the danger and was filled with the excitement of experiencing battle! Though he lacked fighting skills he still felt that somehow he could be of use. His trail of thought was interupted by a man dressed grey stood up from his seat. Something about him looked off, he seemed troubled, however he quickly excused himself to fetch some fresh air. Personally Calvin wouldn't mind joining him, it was pretty crowded in the Tavern.
"ummm... you know mine and Isabel's name but we have yet to learn yours!"
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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!"
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Post by Zeran on Jul 12, 2011 23:00:10 GMT -6
((DANG! I just can't catch a break, can I? XD))
Watching the trio of new folk enter into the conversation, a young boy, young girl, and a man dressed in black, similar to Zeran's own black cloak, he analyzed the trio. Like Tirion said, the two younger were much, much, MUCH too young for this. Hell, Zeran knew no one who could fight a decent battle who wasn't elder than 15, and Zeran had started travelling only a short while before that age himself. What did these kids think they were doing trying to get in the middle of a conflict that didn't concern them and also reaked of death?
And then the girl spoke up, which nearly made Zeran fall backwards out of his seat and start laughing uncontrollably again, but settled for a mere chuckle. That was cute for the small girl. THE best? There is never the best person at anything. There is always going to be someone to surpass you later on in life, whether you want it to be true or not. Besides, everyone makes mistakes, so what's the point in being the best at all.
Then he looked over at the girl that Tirion seemed to be aquainted with, and raised an eyebrow, looking her over. She was quiet and mysterious to say the least, but all the more interesting in his own opinion. Not to mention that she looked pretty cute herself. However, being a shaman of such experience told him that, if he was to get any ideas, he would have to be very careful. Particularly the floating objects in the air part. She could very well end up throw him out the win-
And of course, the hooded man joined the party. He was mysterious, like the girl, but was more vocal, speaking his opinion of the inexperienced Shaman, Isabel. Sure, it might be hard to diswade such a 'determined,' sneaking a chuckle here, young girl. What would the girl know of determined anyway? Back to the hood, though, he was obviously another shaman, due to the same tone that the girl had when she had spoken...just as much as with the 'creeping darkness' bit.
Then it was back to the shaman girl, who by this point Zeran learned her name was Taila, a cute name in his opinion, and was releaved to find that her voice still held emotion, which was contrary that some shamans and practicers of elder magic lost all emotion in time. Hopefully that wouldn't be the case with her, since that emotion she showed definately hit him.
Thinking then about his tome that he kept, he reached around to his back and brought it out, and spoke over to Taila. "Sorry to disturb you, but if you don't mind, could you check this tome out and see if there's anything you recognize about it? I've barely been able to figure out any of this, and I could really use an opinion." Holding it up so that she could levitate it over to her if she so wished, Zeran ears picked up only a few other things going on, particularly the girl she had picked up the tome from coming over to reconcile. Perhaps he would have to wait for his request to be filled out later, particularly due to how he would be seeing her a few times during the trip.
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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 13, 2011 19:42:47 GMT -6
He was about to answer when one of the men from the table left to get some air. As he left he saw the expression on the man's face and knew something had to be done about it. However it was not yet the time. He could sent the red-haired man away but that would only delay his decision. "What I bring," he said, his hand reaching into his robes to unlatch the buckle that kept his tome on his belt, "is nigh what she brings." The tome slowly moved and floated in front of him, similar to the way the other girl had done but without the black aura around it.
"However this conversation should perhaps be put off for another time. That man who left, his face.... I have seen such a look on mercenaries who had lost their will to go on. They would soon either quit or die soon. Perhaps you should see to the moral of your current members before bringing more in." He must admit that he was curious to see what he would do. It was the small moment that showed what a leader is about.
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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 14, 2011 15:07:26 GMT -6
Tirion rubbed his temples for a second. Either the beer wasn't agreeing with him, or the commotion at his table was giving him a headache. He looked at Nezuel, trying to convey that he had planned to find Sextimus after everything was dealt with, anyway. His odd behavior was certainly bothering him. The swordsman closed his eyes and groaned.
"Me name is Tirion Aonghal." the Norricman responded to Calvin. He then motioned at the two girls next to him, "This is me half-sister, Kaela and her friend Talia."
Talia was in the middle of reading the book Zeran produced, ignorning Isabel. She caught some phrases and words, but a lot of it was either too worn to read or a mystery to her. It interested the young shaman. Deciphering old languages was a bit of a passion of hers. When she was little, Talia taught herself to read, a trait not often found in Kutolah tribespeople. She then began to learn of old languages by comparing the patterns and how modern writing evolved from them. Essentially, she reverse engineered the language to learn to read her magic tomes. The writing in the book had no diagrams or spell instructions, so she gathered that it wasn't for instructing the use of magic.
"This is old..." she answered. Her focus was still on the book and though she was speaking to Zeran, she had little interest in looking at him, "It is not a book of spells, but I do not know what it is, exactly. The pages... they are worn. By sand? I would..." she paused for a moment. It wasn't often she requested things of perfect strangers, "I would like to study it, if you will permit..."
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Aez lumbered down the stairs of the inn, scratching his stomach. It was a good nap, but the aging man had slept too long. And his head was killing him. How much did he drink that morning, anyway? He waved at the inn's front desk, not bothering to look and see if anyone was at the counter. Rubbing his head, he stepped out into the city. It was dimly lit by torches, the red spots along the walls making a stark contrast to the dark sky.
Aez's son told him to be at the tavern by sundown. He was late, but he knew Tirion would forgive him. The man stumbled over to the tavern, half asleep. Upon reaching the door, however, he spied a lone man standing outside of it. He looked familiar, but he couldn't quite remember who it was.
"AE! Ye one o' me son's recruits, are ye?" Aez called out to the man, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
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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 Jul 14, 2011 21:21:23 GMT -6
Zeran raised an eyebrow at how the tome wasn't a tome for the usage of magic at all. But then again, it was still a mystery, just as Talia said. However, that she was able to figure out that much was still amazing in his opinion. In the years he had spent traveling, no one he could find was able to get that kind of information from such a short amount of time, and even a much longer period than this. What other secrets did the tome hold?
After she stated the book had been worn down by sand, Zeran nodded and openned his mouth to speak. "Yeah, I found that tome on the outskirts of the Nabata Desert near my hometown. Though it wore it down a bit, it also preserved much of it due to the lack of extreme exposure." That was one of the common stories that happened in the desert. Statues, artifacts, and even weapons of the arcane or blade were often found in good condition in the rolling sands. As she continued with her request to further examine the tome, Zeran pondered it for a second. He didn't really like others keeping a hand on his tome for longer than necessary, but since she was a close friend of Tirion's half-sister and that she would be on their journey to Tirion's home, he supposed it couldn't hurt. Nodding, Zeran smiled softly at the young woman. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt, just don't lose it, alright?"
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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 16, 2011 2:38:35 GMT -6
Tim held his head low as he nudged his way past through the tavern doors. Darkness had descended upon the city of tradesmen. The sky had grown black, save for the silver light reflected by the moon, and the only light in the streets came from the burning, wall-mounted torches. Tim found the darkness comforting. Nobody would be able to see his disgraced, sad mug in these conditions.
Tim closed his eyes and let out a weak exhale. So much for escaping from his past. He'd practically signed up to work for another Leontius. Tirion was strong, tactically wise, and a leader, just like Leon. Hell, Tim was underselling it, this man dwarfed Leon in terms of strength. It would be more fitting to compare to his muscles to Domitiana's. Wonderful, not only was this man a commander like Leon, but he bore the strength of Domitiana as well. Tim wouldn't be surprised if he magically held the political sensibility of Publius too. Damnit, it was too agonizing to work with someone like this. He was like a collection of Tim's family smashed together, a living monument to all of his failings, all of his unobtainable aspirations. It was wrong, it was unfair! Why was he putting up with this?! He should leave, he shouldn't have to put up with this agony.
But, if he did, when would he ever run across another job like this? Tim had discovered a pearl amidst a sea of sand, this chance was golden, a once in a life time. It was a pearl, wasn't it? To hell with the threat of death, if he was one of the mercs who saved these people, he'd have meaning, he'd be important. Right? That was all he wanted, all he needed, he'd just have to put up with this doppelganger for a little bit, he could do that couldn't he? And even if he died, he'd die for something, right? Right? A lowly runt like he could aspire to that much, couldn't he?
No, he was, he overestimated himself. He was a poor archer, inexperienced, a man who only knew how to hunt an animal, not a man. He'd had his fun, dreaming and praying for a better life for today, but, this wasn't his place. He just couldn't.... It was time to stop playing around. He wasn't capable of saving a people, working with a doppelganger, he couldn't even die... he couldn't even do that much. He'd hadn't found a pearl, but a ball of wax. Yes, a ball of wax, which lay about to give men false hope, and false dreams.
Tim sighed, trying to nail these thoughts down in his head. He had to get moving, Sacae was dangerous at night, and he wasn't just referring to the brigands, who undoubtedly ran through these streets when the lights were out. On his way to Sacae, while he'd travelled through the mountains and the woods, he had felt as if something had been watching him, waiting for a chance to pounce upon him and rob him of his lowly life. Rob, that was quite the kind way to put it. But, it felt as if some unnatural creature had been watching him. Not an animal, not even a man, but something abominable.
A familiar voice fell upon Tim's ears, breaking him out of his plot to escape. He turned his head to see, much to his chagrin, Tirion's father. It should have brought Tim joy to see the father of the Sacaen, but all it brought was more envy. That was right, the Sacaen had a father, a loving father too. And Tim, no, that was enough, he didn't need to be taunted anymore. He'd just brush the old man off or something. Then he could be on his way. He looked at Aez uneasily trying to cook up a convincing lie. "R..recruit? I.. no. I, uh believe you have me mistaken for someone else." The shaken hunter stuttered.
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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 Jul 18, 2011 17:24:22 GMT -6
Talia nearly smiled when Zeran permitted her to look over the book. The girl returned to her spot at the table, not saying another word to the young thief. She took out another smaller tome and began pouring over her new toy, flipping through her other book periodically.
Tirion eyed the door of the tavern, wondering just what was on Sextimus' mind. He had noticed something was amiss with the man earlier that night. He barely spoke up during the briefing. Was it how Tirion responded to him? Sure, he replied in a rather irritated fashion, but something small like that shouldn't be enough to cause him to leave so suddenly.
The ruckus in the tavern wasn't helping the swordsman, either. It was getting later on in the darker hours and that meant a larger crowd. Tirion's head pounded in a fashion he hadn't felt since he stayed up drinking with his dad that night at the Kutolah camp. The norricman placed a hand on the table as it became more difficult to think. A high pitched ringing sounded in his ears, making it difficult to understand what anyone was saying. Tirion clutched his temples and and grit his teeth as his head was assaulted with pain. Pain so sharp it distorted his thoughts. Then he saw something forming in his mind. It was difficult to make out, but he could spot an attractive woman with large blue reptilian wings. She was peering at him, hands clasping his cheeks. It felt as though he was standing beneath her. Though it was feint, he was able to see, hear, feel, and smell everything.
Smell... Tirion sniffed more deeply. He knew that smell. The incense the councilmen burned all the time! He was in Mullingard!
"I see.... alive... some tavern... surrounded... filthy humans."
She spoke. Tirion was only able to make out a bit of what she was saying. Then a second, more familiar voice came from the side of her.
"That bastard... should've... when I had..."
Halford! Tirion would never forget that man's voice. What was going on?!
"That's enough." Halford commanded.
With that, Tirion's headache stopped and he was flung backwards, chair breaking from impact. Apparently, the swordsman had been standing with his back arched and his head to the sky the whole time. Tirion was breathing heavily, tunic drenched with sweat. His now wide eyes darted wildly about the tavern.
"What in tha blazes..."
Tirion send not another word. The event completely exhausted him to a point where he couldn't fight it. His eyes forced themselves closed and he drifted to sleep.
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Aez eyed the man curiously. He could have sworn he knew him from earlier! He never forgot a face and he never forgot a voice. And in this man he recognized both.
"Naw, there's some way I know ye! Um..." the aging norricman scratched his beard for a moment. He had to have known him from somewhere. Then it finally dawned in him, "I know! Yer tha fellow who helped me up with me boy! Sexy... somethin'. Sexrimtus? No... um..."
Aez then took some time to figure out his name. It was somethign odd, he knew for sure, but he was so drunk at the time, he couldn't remember.
"Bah! I was too beer addled ta remember! What was it, me boyo? And don't ye try'n lie ta me, now!"
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