Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Aug 31, 2011 13:29:18 GMT -6
Derick took the proffered papers and shrugged sheepishly, "I'm lost, I was following a map, but I lost my orientation as soon as the blizzard rolled in. I was searching for shelter when I saw your group approaching." Derick turned away from the falcoknight, watching the the rest of the band as they relaxed their weapons and braced themselves against the cold. "Besides," Derick added, turning back to face the falcoknight, "I'm from northern Bern, I'm used to the cold and the snow, just not to this degree."
He idly turned away again as he thought. The ice borne by the blizzard's winds stung viciously at this point, indicating that the winds were picking up even more. He turned back to the falcoknight again and met her eyes. He shivered imperceptibly, partially from the cold of the blizzard, but also from the knowledge that the woman standing in front of him could probably kill in a single blow.
Nevertheless, he couldn't help but smile a little as he realized she was beautiful. "Is there anything else you need to know?" he asked cheerfully.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 3, 2011 0:07:39 GMT -6
Garith was quiet as Derrick came and introduced himself to the group. This was first person from Bern he had met that he knew of. Cryger laughed and snickered as Derrick talked and started spinning his dagger. Garith then went off to set up the tents as Cryger stayed and listened to Clair and Derrick talk.
"Well there's one thing I need to know!" Cryger chimed in before Commander Feldsky could speak. The assassin had a big grin on his face as he walked to Derrick and threw his arm around his shoulders.
"Was that young girl that saved you pretty?" He asked snickering as he then looked to Feldsky knowing he'd probably get yelled at for some reason.
Garith heard his Father and gave him a evil look which really didn't faze Cryger. The seasoned assassin just went back to his laughing. The two were polar opposites, Cryger was a jokey fool that talked a lot while Garith likes to keeps things to himself.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 3, 2011 8:47:21 GMT -6
Derick tensed slightly as the man's arm crashed around his shoulders. He turned to get a look at the man who was at his side. He was at least fifteen years Derick's senior, and his jovial mood indicated that he was very familiar with war."Ah...She saved me but...yeah..she was pretty," Derick replied a little nervously.
Derick looked away and mentally scolded himself for being so timid. The man's boisterous greeting had not been the welcome he had expected, and it had threw him off. Nevertheless, when in Rome...
Derick turned back to the man and replied with a smirk, "She was probably young enough to be your daughter, sorry."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 3, 2011 22:56:41 GMT -6
Clair rolled her eyes in... not quite disgust. Annoyance, perhaps, at how light spirited this large blue-haired man was. And with a stranger who'd simply stumbled on them in the blizzard, no less. It wasn't actually a big deal. She just wasn't in the habbit of granting instant welcomes, as this man obviously was.... He seemed familiar. More than the resemblance he shared to Garith.
"Oh, Winter's breath! A young mercenary man hired to protect a young mercenary girl? Who gave you this contract? The village match maker?!" Her tone suggested she didn't really care about the who of it all that much. It just seemed a bit suspicious, or odd to her. Ah well. What they did was none of the guild's business, she supposed.... Personally, Clair was glad that she was independant of all those sorts of places, though she'd not realized it until that moment.
"Enjoy your chat, but I'd advise against remaining outside too long."
The Falcoknight left them, heading off, and helping finish up tying off a tent to its anchor stakes, before organizing the tents to fit everyone. They hadn't brought enough for everyone to have one, or even every pair. They would share the shelter, and the heat their bodies gave off among the twenty-and-some that were here. While working, she found herself near Garith, and decided now was a good time to ask him again about the man with him.
"Garith, who's that man that's always hanging around with you?"
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 3, 2011 23:51:56 GMT -6
"Ah my boy I'm not that old I'm only thirty-five! I had my kid when I was eighteen which was the smartest idea!" Cryger laughed shaking the kid. "But I'd be a lucky man to have a pretty daughter my kid is a looker but a Father would be proud to have a pretty daughter not a pretty son. Maybe a strong handsome son but not one who could be compared to a pretty girl and that's my kid the pretty kind of guy," As Cryger said that Garith stopped what he was doing to face palm and then go back to working on his tent.
Oh great Commander Feldsky had finally asked who Cryger was. Garith didn't want to tell her anything about his Father after his performance with this new guy, well at least nothing good.
"He's just a soldier I met," Garith said nervously. That was a terrible lie anyone could tell by Garith's tone of voice it was a lie. He was going to tell the truth and just let the consequences come at him. He let out a big sigh and then turned to Commander Feldsky.
"That man standing there is my father," Garith said regretfully. He then winced as he watched Cryger move away from the new guy and started spinning his daggers. He really hoped that his Father would mess up and one of those daggers stabbed Garith in the face because he didn't want to have to deal with this anymore.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 4, 2011 8:12:42 GMT -6
Derick chuckled a little at Cryger's joke. He was out of his element around men like Cryger, but the man was kind, if not a little abrasive.
"Oh, Winter's breath! A young mercenary man hired to protect a young mercenary girl? Who gave you this contract? The village match maker?!"
Derick turned to watch Clair as she stormed away from Cryger and himself. She may be a little more abrasive than Derick had first guessed...But, then again, he had half-expected her to kill him before he had even spoken, so perhaps he shouldn't be surprised.
"Two questions," Derick turned back to Cryger as the falcoknight began conversing with a mercenary who...looked a lot like Cryger, "first, is she always that high strung? Second," Derick gestured towards the mercenary talking to the falcoknight, "is that your son over there?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 5, 2011 20:34:34 GMT -6
"Your father?" Clair wasn't completely surprised over it, due to the resemblance, but it still seemed a fairly large coincedence that he'd met up with his son in this army. She finished tieing off another anchor against the winds as she thought.
A strange evening. Someone randomly showing up in the middle of a blizzard, and suddenly Garith had a father. This was after the battle of the day before. Not to mention the fact that she was chasing after her commander. Truth be told, she'd thought of him as invincible before today. Everything felt so strange to her now. It was all new without Richter there to take the lead.
Clair shook her head after a moment, trying to clear it of her worries, doubts, and whatever else plagued her.
"Just tell me he at least has a reason to be here." She wasn't sure she had the will to care anymore. The Falcoknight just wanted the freezing storm to end, so she could return to the task at hand: finding her Commander.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 6, 2011 14:36:07 GMT -6
"I guess he's here to ask for my forgiveness, to protect me and put a stop to a man named Orrith," Garith explained sighing. He then looked to Clair and figured this would be the best time to tell her everything.
"Commander I've got to tell you something it's a long story so bare with me," He said as he looked to his father and then back to Clair. Garith told her everything, his mother's attack, Orrith training and taking care of him, the Hellbreakers, the sage family Rinko, Orrith's plan, the berserk staff situation, his meeting with Marle, the wanted signs, everything.
"Yep that my boy but don't tell Commnder Feldsky," Cryger whispered to Derrick. "And she's probably all high strug cause she's missing her lover boy," He laughed refering to Richter.
"That's everything," Garith said with a sign of relief. He was sure he was probably going to get a mouthful from his Commander.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 6, 2011 14:56:14 GMT -6
"Missing her lover-boy?" Derick glanced over at Clair and Garith as they chatted, "are we searching for him...what's our mission?" he whispered to Cryger.
A sudden gust of frigid air unraveled his traveling cloak a bit and distracted him from Cryger's response. Shivering, he frantically tucked his cloak back in and yanked the fasteners. Derick checked the sky; the blizzard seemed to be getting worse...which brought him to his next point...
"So...The commander mentioned shelter..." Derick turned back to Cryger, "I...uh, don't have a tent."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 8, 2011 18:06:36 GMT -6
Clair did her best to remain quiet as she listened to Garith's accounting. It was difficult at times, but she managed. Her impressions ran from concern, to disbelief, to suspicion, and back to disbelief. Mostly disbelief. How often did you find someone who schemed like this? Who was capable of scheming like this? Some of it could be true. It could be a trick, another web. It could all be true, even if that strained her belief, but Clair wasn't the sort to leave a stone without turning it over. Even so, she already had her hands full.
"Garith, I can't think about this now. I've got my hands full with chasing down the brigands we're hunting...." She swatted a bit of rogue hair out of her face as the wind kept blowing. Richter disappeared, and the world caved in. That's what it would feel like if things continued as they were.
She glanced around, and retrieved..., her pegasus..., still hadn't named it yet, and tied it off near the empty wagon they'd found. It would be fine outside. For some undiscovered reason, pegasi thrived in the cold of Illia. Not the blizzards perhaps, but she would have all the shelter she needed under her own wings, and behind the drift forming around the wagon.
"Garith, just keep an eye on your father for me. Keep me appraised of anything strange he does. For now, though, we need to get out of this wind."
On looking around again, the Falcoknight saw that a few large tents had gone up, and been anchored to the ground, just to spite the constant strong winds. Some of the soldiers were already taking shelter inside. Time to follow suit. The Falcoknight Commander picked a tent out at random, and entered, the soldiers inside making room as she passed by. The draft was still cold, but nothing like being in the outside winds.
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Viktor
Mercenary
[M:0]
Posts: 2
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Post by Viktor on Sept 9, 2011 8:07:01 GMT -6
The longer Viktor waited to approach the group, the colder it seemed to get. By now the freezing winds felt like sharp blades puncturing his body from all directions. Viktor tried to shrug it off and tell himself to keep going but his willpower was drained by the minute.
Viktor had watched as an odd event had played out in front of his eyes. The Ilian pegasus rider had accepted a Bernese soldier into her group. Viktor wasn’t very familiar with politics but even he knew that this was a strange match-up. Perhaps the soldier was actually Ilian. Perhaps he was in disguise and now returned to his true employers to report on his spy work. Viktor didn’t know, but didn’t care either. The storm was slowly tearing down his body and the acceptance of the Bernese soldier was reason enough for Viktor to believe that he was just as welcome, if not more.
The weakened man struggled to keep a steady pace as he approached the wagon that the group of travelers built their camp around. When he was close enough to be noticed Viktor spoke as loud as he could with the small amount of energy he still had left. “Who is your leader?” He gripped his sword tightly. While a minute ago he was confident about being allowed to join, he slowly started to reconsider that certainty.
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 12, 2011 17:49:29 GMT -6
"Will do Commander Feldsky," Garith said. As she walked away he let out a big sigh he felt that him telling her only mad things worse. She probably had a lot to think about and this was just adding to it, great.
"No worries my boy you can share a tent with my son, Garith it would be great for him to make a friend!" Cryger exclaimed only really loud enough for Derrick to hear. "To tell you the truth I'm not sure he has any friends," The assassin whispered.
Garith then noticed a new man come up to the group and ask for their leader. Where were all these people coming from? What, were they going to walk into a entire village of people who wanted to join?
"I'll bring you to our leader," Garith said as he walked past Cryger and Derrick and then examined the man. He wasn't sure this was the brightest idea but if this man tried anything he'd quickly be disposed of. The blue haired mercenary then gestured for the man to follow and then started to walk away.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Sept 14, 2011 21:07:12 GMT -6
" Commander. I think you're needed outside again."
Clair took a moment to respond, before she slowly looked over at the soldier speaking to her. She asked the question with her eyes as she looked his way: Why would you say that?
"I hear voices outside. It sounds like another someone found our camp."
For a moment, the Falcoknight was dumbstruck, her face merely staring at the brawny axe fighter, as she processed his words. Here they were, in the middle of nowhere, in a blizzard, and still people were practically falling into their laps. Why couldn't this have happened in Edessa, when they'd ACTUALLY been looking for people?
Standing to her feet again, she scooped up her lance in a practiced grip, and pushed her way into the snow again.
There was indeed a new man ouside. Clearly a professional fighter, from his looks. Garith was leading him her way, but she decided she'd shave some time off. She was sick of the cold winds, the knee deep snow, and the precipitation that had started pelting them all. She moved to intercept.
"Who are you, and what are you doing out here." If she was short with him, it was only because of the irritation building from the troubles that had hit them recently. Richter's troop had never been hit by such a string of ill fortune before. It seemed like the longer they went on, the more widely their fortune would vary.
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Derick
Soldier
A deserter from Bern, struggles to reign himself in.
Posts: 170
Profession: Amateurish Mercenary
Affinity: Anima
OoC Alias: Derick
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Post by Derick on Sept 17, 2011 12:19:18 GMT -6
Derick frowned slightly as he watched Cryger's son lead the newcomer away. After a moment of deliberation, he decided his best course of action was to follow him rather than go to his tent. "I'd better go introduce myself to your son, see you around, Cryger!" with a smile and a brief wave, Derick turned and followed the footsteps of the two other men.
When he had caught up, the blue-haired man was turning away from the tent as Cranky Clair (Derick mentally noted that he should probably never say that out loud), began interrogating the new guy. After taking a moment to invent a greeting, Derick crossed through the snow and offered his hand to the man. "Hi! My name's Derick...I just joined this company, and you are...?"
Before actually talking to the guy, Derick had guessed the man would be his elder, this was a mercenary company, after all. However, on closer inspection, Derick realized the man was probably the same age as Derick himself. The man had about half an inch on Derick, and he wasn't quite as broad, but he definitely looked like he could hold his own. Perhaps they'd get along even better than Derick expected...
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Post by Garith Valkyrie on Sept 19, 2011 7:28:03 GMT -6
"Yeah good luck with that kid my son's not the friendliest," Cryger said as he waved the boy goodbye and the went off to mess with some other soldiers.
When Garith was turning away from Commander Feldsky's tent the boy that had just joined them earlier came up to him and introduced himself. Wasn't he just talking to his father a moment ago? What did his father say to Derrick that made him want to come over and talk to him or was Derrick just friendly. At first Garith didn't say anything he just examined the man for a moment and then opened his mouth.
"Hello my name is Garith Valkyrie is there anything you need?" Garith said quietly as he then adjusted the large broad sword on his back. He would some day have to start using Fenrir as it would be a waste just to have it sitting on his back all the time.
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