Vashnar
Knight
I will have my revenge
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Post by Vashnar on Oct 1, 2011 12:03:26 GMT -6
"Well, thank you for telling me this, I think I'll start to head back down to Bern now that I think about it, and maybe join the military there. I don't stand for any of what's going on there, but I may just have to suck it up and train for my goal. Goodbye!" Vashnar tells the stranger as he walks away into the tall grass. after walking about five steps, he turns around and peers though the grass as the stranger runs off into the grass in a different direction then he came from as more movements in the tall grass closed in on the stranger and all started to run off. Traveling alone, huh? we'll just see about that He thinks to himself as Vashnar tightens the staps on the armor so he won't make much noise as he picks up his lance and starts to run after them, keeping a considerable distance away while still being able to follow them.
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 1, 2011 12:38:24 GMT -6
OoC: Vash, you can't control what my character is doing like that. If I actually said I did that, that would be okay, but I hadn't. You moved Valcrist for me, and while it's not serious this time, I really really would prefer you at least ask me before hand. I suppose I can work with it, but please keep this in mind. If you do it again, you will probably be ignored.
"Here's your shield. Take care not to lose it again." Val smiled at the pink haired soldier, she looked happy almost to the verge of tears. She must of... been really nervous. Val almost laughed, he had been nervous too. He was afraid he'd slip and say something wrong and reveal stuff he wasn't supposed to. Or even worse, lead him to the-
"Isn't that him over there?" Bethany said, looking a bit scared. Maybe confused, mostly nervous. She had her spyglass in hand, and was able to see much farther then the naked eye.
"Really? Crap. Ok, I'll deal with it again." He groaned, and shrugged, turning around and looking at the grass. It was tall, reaching about to the waist. "Go on ahead. I'll catch up later... again." He tried to laugh, but it came out strained. Oh shoot, he messed up pretty badly. He'd have to get the man to leave them, even if... His eyes drifted to his blade. Golding's orders where, not to let anyone see us. Not to let anyone follow them, if by fleeing or by... death. He hoped it didn't have to come to that.
He moved at great speeds, much faster then the armored man could probably even imagine to move. "Well this isn't the way to Bern at all." He crossed his arms, cocking a brow. "Just what do you think you're doing?" His fingers tapped his elbow impatiently, feeling a bit upset that he even had to do this.
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Vashnar
Knight
I will have my revenge
Posts: 75
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Post by Vashnar on Oct 1, 2011 15:28:34 GMT -6
(OoC: I'm sorry about that, I promise it won't happen again)
"Well, lets review a couple of facts; you said you were traveling alone when I noticed you running in a direction with a group. I asked if there was a group nearby and you pointed me in the direction of towns, trying to make me not follow you and never notice the group you're with. And now I suspect you're to stall me and either have me not follow you or kill me in the process" Vashnar tells the stranger, twirling his lance before banging his lance across his chest shield and getting into a defensive stance before stating "If you're going to kill me, I will fight back. But if you're part of a mercenary group, I'd like to join. I have no loyalty to any country anyway, Bern didn't give a crap when my town was destroyed and my life shattered so I might as well find work that can let me get back at those bandits and the country that didn't protect us".
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 1, 2011 16:01:11 GMT -6
"You know, I have yet to draw a blade and here you are getting all antsy and ready to fight me." Valcrist closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "I suppose I should apologize. I did. I lied, you're right. However, this group is not for you, I assure you. You know nothing about it, not what they want, what they are doing. They could be bandits, I could be looking for a tribe to raid, yet you blindly offer to join. That alone shows how little you would fit." The sheer hypocrisy in his words was more or less lost on him, Valcrist was in the moment.
"You're right though, I want you to leave. Now. I don't want to hurt anyone who doesn't deserve it, and you clearly don't. You're just trying to get involved in something over your head." Oh berserker of the stars, the more he talked the more he was making it sound like he was a part of some secret cabal of ancient assassins. He was just on a reconnaissance mission, but he felt the best way to deter the man would be to make it sound so much bigger then it was. "If you do continue to follow, you will get nothing. No money, no deal to join, nothing but irritation and aggression. Maybe even an early grave, so please good sir, leave us be."
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Vashnar
Knight
I will have my revenge
Posts: 75
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Post by Vashnar on Oct 1, 2011 17:00:27 GMT -6
"You say that you could be part of a group of bandits, but you don't want to hurt anyone that doesn't deserve to get hurt, thus destroying the illusion of your first lie, but even I don't want to die yet. So for the last time and for real this time, goodbye good sir" Vashnar tells the stranger as he bows and starts to head southeast, following the sun and to Bern for one vist and then away from the country on another journey. As he looked around him, he felt peaceful as the plains moved to the wind and how the land isn't controlled by a corrupt government, but different tribes that hold their own customs and their own way of life. Staring into the sky, he saw birds flying overhead and how they drifted in the breeze. Maybe someday if he finds his sister they'll live in this land.
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 1, 2011 17:10:34 GMT -6
With a frown, he looked at the man leaving. He felt horrible for the oddest reason, maybe it was the lying or maybe it was the threatening. Still he made a vow to his self to toughen up, to grow into his own man and not just a kid who cowers when everyone speaks to him. He rose two fingers to his temple, flicking them off his skin as a sort of salute. "Hope to meet you again sometime, where I can apologize for real. Safe travels." He was gone, he couldn't hear Valcrist's words, but he meant them. Then again, maybe he was saying that more for himself then for anyone else.
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 2, 2011 12:48:02 GMT -6
He hurried back as quickly as he could, Bethany was waiting and it seemed that she seemed to have told the others as well since they were waiting too. It almost made him cringe as he neared, feeling put on the spot and incredibly awkward. "Alright, that's taken care of. He's gone now. I'll be more careful." He nodded with a tense smile, while the corners of his mouth perked up he didn't seem particularly happy.
"Maybe you should take better care of your damn shield Beth." Sergeant Golding seemed especially disappointed, but not in the blond boy but the pink haired woman.
"I-I'm sorry... Karen."
"Sergeant Golding, we're on a mission." She crossed her arms, but cracked a small grin. "It's alright, we got it back and that's what matter."
"Yeah... Thank you Valcrist." She turned to the somewhat confused man and bowed her head, bowing far deeper then Val thought he truly deserved. He felt very... awkward receiving such thanks, very humbled.
"It was... erm, no problem. I mean, all I did was... Erm, it was not trouble. Don't worry, I'm sorry for holding us up."
The thief-like man, named Harvey, simply rolled his eye but remained silent at the exchange. "Alright, we wasted enough on this little feel good fest of pats on the back. We're on a mission, and if that smoke in the distance says anything, we're almost there." Valcrist nodded in response, looking at Collin for a moment who merely shrugged.
He remembered the briefing, the tribe they were checking out first was known as the "Farlan" tribe. Moderately large, said to be about 200 men women and children in size. At least double the size of the tribe he saw before, probably closer to three times the size. This was because Farlan was a territorial tribe, one that conquered the other local tribes in the area. It was no match for the army, with only about 100 actual warriors from what other reports said, but it could easily cause a fairly sizable skirmish, especially if someone was maleficent enough to unite all the local tribes. With how territorial they are, they might see the army as infringing on their land, it wouldn't take much provocation to cause an incident at all. They needed to take caution.
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 2, 2011 13:28:05 GMT -6
What Lt Bennette wanted was a more accurate report on their number, as all they had was local information and the initial area scouting giving them a rough estimate. That and whether or not they will prove to be hostile, keeping an eye for movement in their warriors as if they were preparing something. Still, it was a bit before they got into position. He looked at Collin for a moment while Bethany and Karen spoke hushedly about something. From what Val could over hear, Bethany we being told what they were doing again. Maybe she missed it earlier? "So, um... Collin, do you know anything about the others?" He was asking for gossip, yes, but Val hadn't the lightest idea about any of these people. He wasn't a soldier, and maybe something in his mind didn't make him realize that not all soldiers know each other.
Regardless, Collin smirked. "Why would I? I mean, I do, I know about everyone in Richter's army, but why would you assume that?" He unabashedly announced, almost taking pride in it. "I am a regular repertoire of information." I don't think that's how you use that word... "What do you want to know?"
"Well... anything. I don't know anything at all."
"Ah, that's right. You're the blacksmith, they were talking you a bit when we left Ilia. Of course everyone was more talking about Mavick leaving." He waved his hand as if it was unimportant. "Anyways... That's Sgt. Golding. Her first name's Karen, she was a mercenary who was integrated in the army not long ago. Around the time we left Ilia, her experience in battle got her quickly shot up to the Sergeant position. She's not exactly the sneaky type, but she knows how to lead. The pink haired girl next to her is Private Bethany Harvest, she's a green recruit but she was brought into the army the same time as Golding, the two work very well together and used to be mercenaries together if you believe it. She was brought on because both her and the Sgt. perform better when coupled. Anyways' they're close friends, but you'd probably have to ask them if you want to know more."
He turned and pointed to the quite man, minding his own business and looking annoyed at all the gibbering around him. "That's Harvey Baker. He's... quiet. Or mute. I'm not sure, it's hard to tell, anyways no one is really sure when he slipped into the army. I think he's been here since before I joined, I hear Ostia maybe? Anyways, because he's been here so long he's definitely good at not dying. He's a 'specialist' who can do things like unlock doors and such, and is good at keeping out of sight. He's one of the few skilled scouts that remained from when most left to find Richter, and was put into this group so we don't mess up. The Lt put one actual scout in each time, and he's ours. Anyways, I don't think he's a bad person. Just quiet... and irritable." As they spoke, they could feel his eyes burning into them, knowing he heard every word.
"And I'm Collin, I joined back in Ilia, and if you don't mind my bragging I'm a pretty good shot." He put his hands on his hips, puffing out his chest. "I was supposed to go with commander Marle, but I got switched at the last moment for some reason. Oh well, anyways I was one of the people who went with you to find Leontius, so I had more experience then most people. Which is to say most people had none, so even a unofficial mission was better then most people." He added with a shrug and a laugh.
The Sgt came over with clearly annoyed look on her face, crossing her arms and staring at the two. The two continued to talk, or rather Collin talk and Valcrist listened, and neither noticed her until she loudly cleared her throat. "Are you two done gossiping?" What a coincidence, they indeed were. "Because we need to move. We've wasted enough time with all these distractions, we need to get in position."
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 4, 2011 19:54:19 GMT -6
Alright then. Nothing amiss, nothing to report. Goodness this is boring. He sighed as he stared through his looking glass. He was crouching what felt like a mile away from the camp, it would be hard to spot him unless under most circumstances. However, he didn't see anything amiss, and that was a good thing. Still it might of been fun to catch something. Still all he saw was people talking, as his mind imagined what they might be talking about. It was really dumb, and proved that Val was better as an artist then a writer, still it was decent enough to pass the time. He didn't count the amount of people, but it looked like it was bigger then the report indicated. Maybe about 250? Maybe? Perhaps they conquered another tribe since the last time a number was reached, or something along those lines. Probably an extra 20-30 warriors too. Not that he could easily tell who was and was not a warrior, from here, it was more a guess.
He looked around for a moment, at where the others were positioned. However, he seemed to have forgotten just where they were supposed to be, it just look liked a lot of blank plain. Which was good, he supposed, hard to see is the point. Still he thought he'd at least see Collin's flaming head, but nope not a sign of orange. He let out a little sigh, and continued to observe the vill-
Wait, what was that sound. It was quiet, but it sounded like... He slowly put down his spyglass, not making any sudden moves, moving his hand slowly upon the pommel on his hip. He heard the noise again, a little louder, a little closer. Accompanied by another sound, the sound of metal being removed from a sheath. He knew the sound well, hearing it every time his blade is drawn. Swiftly he stood and turned, pulling his blade out in one smooth motion.
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 12, 2011 18:31:36 GMT -6
His fears, unfortunately, weren't unfounded. Not far from him stood two people, one with rope in her hands and the other with an arrow trained to him. The man atop his horse glared at the blond boy, the wooden bow curved gracefully in his tightened grasp. "Who are you to dare intrude upon Farlan Territory?" He spat like the words were venom. Valcrist stood there, weapon drawn, watching carefully. He knew archers, his best friend was one, and he knew that he would not miss such a shot at such short distance. It could be fatal, that was the point though.
"I am no one, just a trav-"
"Don't you dare lie to me, trespasser. I saw you spying upon our village, my hunting party has already caught sight of several of you." He looked down upon the blond boy, eyes narrowed. "We know of the army not far from here, I would assume you are part of it. Standing with a sacaen sword stance, it's sickening to see our kind turn to those outlanders." But Valcrist wasn't Sac... It was almost sad that he seemed to fool even actual Sacaens, what was it about him? Was it so weird to see a swordsman from anywhere else? "What tribe are you from?" He asked, nudging his arrow up as the woman came closer with the rope.
He wasn't FROM a tribe, but... it might be best to keep this charade up. It might get him in a favorable position, especially if the others were in trouble. "Erlis." He lied, turning his head for a second but snapping it right back.
"That's from northern Sacae..." The girl pipped up, and the man nodded. The girl dropped her arms and retreated a bit. That arrow remained ever vigilant.
"For what reason do you dare walk with that army? And whose army is it? The standard, their flags, it says Ilia but many soldiers appear to be Etrurian." He questioned, showing that their tribe knew more then they thought but not quite everything.
Was it his place to say? Could he even give the whole story? There was a LOT Valcrist didn't know. He's heard whispers about Etruria in the camp, but they came from Ilia. Collin was speaking about Etruria earlier too, when he described the quiet guy. "Well?" He added, raising a brow. That arrow was... it wasn't looking good for him.
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 26, 2011 10:25:12 GMT -6
"Well they're simply travelling to Bern, but circumstance are stopping them from continue..." There! A quickly swing of the sword, the man was too distracted to notice. The blade sliced clean through the bow, shattering it along the lower limb, the delicate creation break in his hand and setting the arrow in his hand flying in some random direction. When it was all said and done, the weaponless man glared at the swordsman as the rope holding woman dropped said rope and drew her own blade. The man hopped off the horse and drew a sword as well.
Valcrist drew back, standing ready to fight. The man had a bow earlier, and suddenly drew a blade, it was likely he was trained for ranged combat and simply had the blade as a back up weapon. Valcrist would have no trouble out maneuvering him, but the woman... She went for her sword first, she was a myrmidon of Sacae, he could feel it. "How DARE you outlander. We were going to bring you to camp, but now you will simply die." But of course.
Fang was in his hand, his faithful blade that was beginning to show the wear and tear of time ravaging the weapon. It would still work, today at least, but how much longer could he push his blade? He didn't reply to the man, but when he charged with his saber, the tan skinned myrmidon side stepped his blow without issue. Quickly he brought the hilt of his blade and struck it right in the unmounted rider's gut, his movement were awkward and clumsy. He was far too used to fighting on horseback instead of on foot, it was no match for a fighter like Valcrist who fought solely on land.
He staggered back, grabbing his stomach in pain. Before he could follow up, the woman swiftly moved and instantly caught Valcrist by surprise. Even moving like he did, a small cut appeared upon his arm from the edge of the blade. She didn't stop there, but continued her attack, the blade of Valcrist rising up instinctively to block the blow, and while he blocked the rider regained his composure and attacked as well.
Without thinking, there was no time to think no time for hesitations, he parried the weapon he was blocking and guided the weapon and it's user into the horseman's path. The man collided into the woman and both fell to the ground, and the was the perfect opportunity.
Dashing back, he quickly unsheathed the larger blade upon his back, and in the same swing in which he drew the blade a powerful gust of wind erupted. As if the wind itself was filled with a thousand little razors, the grass and earth was tore apart as it ravaged, and covered the duo in a thousand tiny cuts. "A... Windsword." The woman sputtered, her body bleeding from the countless tiny cuts. With windsword in one hand he hurried to the dropped rope from earlier and grabbed it in hand.
After a few moments he was able to tie the two together, they being unable to fight back once he disarmed them both. Now he simply held fang out, pointing at them, and a small almost grin on the Nabatan's face. "Tell me, where is the others. I may yet let you live."
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 28, 2011 10:32:18 GMT -6
For a brief moment a thought flashed over his mind, he wondered if those two would be found. It wasn't important though, not to him atleast, what he needed to find was his comrades. He needed to find the meeting point the hunters were supposed to head to, if they were captured, they would be there. In hand was his faithful weapon Fang, and he hurried. He ran as fast as his feet would carry, and one could say that was fairly fast indeed.
It wasn't long at all until he reached the area the proud Sacaen mentioned, the Nabatan's legs cried and ached, tired of being pushed by the blond haired swordsman. But Valcrist needed to continue, so he pushed on. He wasn't close enough to be seen, but through his looking-glass he saw them. seven... no eight people. As well as his comrades, all bound by rope. Wait, no, there was some people missing. Sergeant Golding... where was she?
OH CRAP THERE SHE WAS.
As if on cue, by some hilarious joke of powers above, she CHARGED at them the moment he wondered where she was. Her broadsword in hand, she swung in a heavy arc, to be blocked by one of the myrmidons. He quickly stashed the spyglass away into his coat and hurried forward. Now was the best time, when they were distracted. Of course, distracted as they were, they weren't dumb.
He wasn't a thief, he couldn't stay out of sight in plain view, but what he did have on his side was speed. If he planned it right he could... In a quick movement he hurried and sunk his blade into the thick white ropes binding Bethany, taking them out before anyone could react. One of the archers took aim and was about to let the arrow fire, but was suddenly sidelined by Harvey who ripped through his binding like they weren't even tied, the ropes had been cut long ago, he was probably waiting for the right moment before jumping in.
Bethany hurried away, towards the pile of weapons they confiscated, while Golding proved succesful in fighting off that first myrm and bolted directly to Bethany's side. Valcrist was safe for the moment, so finally he freed the ginger haired man who took no time in picking up a dropped bow and joining the fray. The myrmidon went and took on a foe his self, another myrmidon. He was quick on foot, with long green hair and a wicked looking sword. The two clashed blades not once, but twice as each looked for the slightest opening in the other's fighting style. Suddenly, distracted by an arrow in the back Valcrist finished him off with a blade through the gut. Shoving him off the blade and bringing the corpse to the ground, he wasted no time bumrushing one of the archers, messing him up and allowing Golding to catch him and cut him down.
It wasn't long, but they won. The people they fought were hunters, used to fighting wild animals, game, not humans. They never had a chance against soldiers. "Is everyone alright?"
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Post by Valcrist on Oct 29, 2011 23:24:52 GMT -6
Back at the camp, the sergeant was speaking to the Lieutenant, explain just what happened back there. Val had left though, he didn't... He didn't particularly enjoy what he just did. It wasn't the death, but that did feel all so unnecessary, it was everything. There was a reason he was a blacksmith, not a soldier. He didn't like being on the frontline, he didn't like orders, he didn't like any of that. He looked at his painting, sighing lightly. Tonight, tonight...
Maybe it would be best if he simply left, left the army. It felt wrong, it probably was wrong. He was a noncombatant, he wasn't under any kind of oath to stay with the army, he was hired but simply put he probably could of left any time he wanted. Then again, that brings a very important question to mind. What he wanted, when he wanted it, how he wanted it. The truth was simply... he didn't know. He thought it would be so much easier, just to take orders and let others tell him what he should do. It's why he was so excited, looking forward to this, well, mission. He thought it would awaken something inside him, something fierce and powerful, but it didn't. He felt entirely the same. Not stronger, not better, not... at peace.
No, orders weren't the answer. He couldn't let other people think, decide for him. He didn't know what he wanted, and each day he simply grew even more and more confused, almost debilitatingly so. He checked his equipment, his blades, his supplies, his... he wasn't worthy of this thing. This thing, it was incredible. A broach, a crest, painfully and lovingly crafted. His mother... It was an heirloom. A family heirloom. By his mother and her father, by his father and his mother, by her father and his mother. It dated back, back far far long ago, before Koroda ever existed. Back when the sheer thought of living in the desert was lunacy, this crest was a symbol of his family's tenacity, of it's stubbornness. Like a cactus that grows in even the harshest environments, a most unassuming thing, toughed and sharp yet containing the potential of the most unbridled beauties.
"What do... I want." He asked it, as if it had any answers. It didn't, it never would, it was just a hunk of metals. "Well, until then..." He took the crest, the badge, pinning it upon his jacket. "I'll just have to keep looking." Leaving everything behind, yet at the same time nothing, he began to walk. Maybe one day he would come back, find everything waiting for him, or find that they never even noticed he left. But when that day came, he would know. He would trust his self, be proud of his self. But until then, he would walk.
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