Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Dec 17, 2012 20:49:49 GMT -6
Selibas kept a hard expression on his face. On the inside, a smile cracked. He cleared his throat, "The errand didn't go how I'd planned, but I got something else out of it." He fingered the hilt of Curtana, but decided to keep that as a secret for Kelvin without so many ears around. He noted many Illinas at work, as well as fresh faces within the ranks of the rebels. That was good, but his two recruits knowing about the sword may be too many mouths already.
"Aye, this is Zacharia, a Magi. This other is Cyril and he's not unfamiliar with battle. I have a few things to report when you have a second to spare."
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Post by Kelvin H. Calderon on Jan 7, 2013 8:01:05 GMT -6
Kelvin nodded at Selibas' report. To be honest, he was glad that Sel had brought back some fresh recruits, but as he briefly sized them up, he wasn't quite sure that either of them were ready for what they would experience. However, it wasn't a matter to be discussing in front of them. He'd bring it up to Selibas later when he received his full report. Removing his helmet, he smiled at the two men and said, "Greetings Zacharia and Cyril. I'm Ser Kelvin Calderon, a knight in service of Caelin and the current leader of this little operation. Welcome to the Bern Liberation Front. If you two will report to my master-at-arms Porter, he can get you armed and find a place for you here. Now, if you'll excuse us, I need a word with Selibas." With a nod of his head, he dismissed the two new recruits.
He motioned for Selibas to follow him and when they were out of earshot of the two new men, he turned to Sel. "Are you sure they're up for this?"
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Cyril Schweitzer
Fighter
What's this then, eh!?
Posts: 53
Profession: Rebel Militiaman
Guild: Wolfpack Militia
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Cyril Schweitzer on Jan 9, 2013 20:52:45 GMT -6
Cyril, feeling a little patriotic at the moment, stood at attention and brought up a salute much like he saw when he was younger. The idea of being a soldier, fighting for the homeland... it filled his spirits. He was actually looking forward to training. He was plenty strong enough, and who could deny his cheery atmosphere other than the pip-squeak standing beside him being all... pip-squeaky.
"Yessir, Aye Ser Calderon." He replied briskly. He already saw where the arms tent was, so he jogged away, holding onto his pack. Really, he was excited enough that he'd be hard-pressed to fall asleep. He typically never got so excited without bloodshed.
There was a fire and a ring of men around it outside the tent, soldiers from the small army. They'd been drinking and called out to him, he being so noticable even at a distance. "Oi, ye'n the lad that be taggin' wit Sel! C'mere!" Cyril approached and pulled out his own brand of liquor he had been saving in his ruck. "'Bout time some'n be have talkin' decent! This'n some evil brew, make yer heart hearty 'n' make ye forget what ye did in the mornin'."
Quickly the men warmed up to him and they traded bottles and stories. Cyril found himself passed out next to the fire.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 15, 2013 16:39:49 GMT -6
The man in green followed his taller companion.Selibas nodded and scratched his jawline. Sky Father! His beard had come in, and not the patchy one this time. "They don't have as much experience as I'd like, but I wasn't going to turn them away. They've both got enough Patriotism, and fresh moral to spread. Good to see you again by the way, my lord."
The young chief reached down to his waist, and tapped the hilt of his new sword before pulling it out to shine in the light. "Sorry again for my absence. I didn't accomplish what I had wished I would, but I managed to get this. This is Curtana, and it just might be the problem to our little dragon problem." Selibas flipped the blade around to hand the hilt to the Taller man.
"While I have you, what would you think of taking banners to battle? Give the men a symbol to fight for. A Crown or Wyvern or something of the sort for Bern. A Bull, or what ever you Caelderon's choose for your sigil." Selibas spread his arms wide and joked, "A Wolf for me?"
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Jan 17, 2013 19:42:46 GMT -6
It had been days, maybe weeks since they left the castle. As it was, time began to grow increasingly fluid and hard to track as of late. Day and night just bled into one another and it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. Well, other then the obvious signs of the entire world being either light or dark at the time. Still it made it hard to exactly pin down exactly how long had passed. He had long since stopped counting days, and if you would of asked him the year he may well give you the wrong answer.
The rebellion had many faces, and this was one of them. The Bernese Liberation Front, or so he had been told. He had been briefed on the place, but not really much more then it's location and that he was being booted over there.
It was just him and Saturos, all the other members of his group had went their separate ways. Some delving deeper into the rebellion, other choosing to stay away. It was depressing, but not a point to dwell upon. Saturos, however, was determined to stay with him. Somehow that fact alone set him at ease, making it easier to accept the trials ahead that undoubtedly faced him. It has hard for him to rely on anyone, and for the longest time he had been unable to, but somehow he found his self relying and Saturos all the same. It snuck up on him some how, but he was glad for it.
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The heavily armored man put a hand to his forehead, shading his eyes from the sun. In one hand a grand shield that larger the the average child, and strapped upon his back was a deadly spear that looked as though it could cleave the scales off of even the mightiest wyvern. His march was slow, but steady and always moving forward even in such a suit of steel. His strength for wearing it impressive, his stamina for staying in it even more so. Still even so, he was just another heavily armored knight that littered the area. No different then any of the others from a casual glance, even his signature teal gold armor didn't draw a second glance. It was... refreshing. For however long it may last, now it was good to enjoy such general anonymity. Just another soldier, like the old days.
He did not know if this was the main outpost, or just one of many, but the amount of soldiers was truly impressive. "We're here Saturos." He craned his head to the criminally under dressed man walking with him. If Aidan was over armored, Saturos remained forever under armored. It was a bit distressing, Aidan was always worried a stray arrow would spell his end, but honestly picturing Saturos is a suit of steel just felt wrong. He had seen the sight before, but it was even censored in his mind, as if the fates refused to acknowledge it ever truly occurred.
The knight's face remained a scowl, as it always was, still it didn't belie a bad mood. If anything this was the most hopeful he had been in a long time. Gently touching the spot around his neck, where under his armor was resting a special item. They were supposed to wait here to be contacted by someone, it would probably be best to find the leader and tell them their presence. Still... he just wanted to enjoy the feeling of being no one important just a little longer. "Maybe we should get our bearings. We've been walking a while."
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Jan 18, 2013 22:18:21 GMT -6
Well, here he was. He didn't have much to do at the moment that was pressing, though, after that embarrassing conversation with the leader. Kelvin and Selibas went off in their own direction to discuss...things, meanwhile Cyril ran off to the other muscle-bound men by the fire. He was beckoned to join, but....um....yeah. Keyword: big hairy brutes. Okay, maybe keywords. A strong smell of alcohol mixed with smoke wasn't exactly a sweet sensation for your nose either. Zach surveyed his surroundings. At best, the camp went on for less than a mile, so not many soldiers were available. Pair that with the facts that A. No mages, B. No training, and C. No mages, and this tiny army was entirely composed of Bern country bumpkins combined with one or three mercenaries that could potentially get their butts whooped in a full-on-assault. Too bad that thought didn't exactly cut past Zach's patriotism. So he just plopped down on the ground in front of the camp, cracked open his magic tome he had brought, and started practicing the routines he had been given previously.
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It had been at least an hour now. Even just practicing could make your body feel something close to tired, but his hands felt like that sensation you get when your leg falls asleep. He closed his book, and-- Metal?
Yes, metal. The creaking and clanking and back again of a body of metal. A suit of metal--of armour-- was closing in from behind. The footsteps of two men were getting louder by the second. He rose to meet them, collecting his book and pack. "Hello, friends!" he called as he waved. One Armor-dude with a scar and one Blue-face guy. Very recognizable faces, which would make it easy to find them in a crowd. Added to the fact that Armor-dude walked with an air of charisma about him, despite his deep scowl. "Bernese come to join the cause? You don't look very Illian!"
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Genkumaru
Myrmidon
Posts: 12
Profession: Wandering Khan
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Genkumaru on Jan 19, 2013 9:19:53 GMT -6
As the sun set and night set upon the camp, the neighs of horses to be heard in the distance, their hoofs clammering upon the ground in unison, Clap-didda-clap-didda-clap-didda-clap, the sound growing louder as the small group of Nomads, the royal guard of Chieftain Kaelas, closed in upon the group. No torches were carried by the men, as they relied simply on their skill of direction. As the group bounded forward and the fires from the camp caught their sight, their noble steeds, the horses they had raised, bounded forward faster without asking. Gen, whose horse was at the head of the group of twenty-one, stopped them as they reached the very edge of the camp, making them go from galloping, to meandering towards the quite obvious officers tent. Gen had no clue if the heads of this forming army would accept his proposition of aid, and was even less sure if they would understand why. But alas no gain can come from not trying.
Gens men nodded in response to his hand motions which singled for their horses to trot now instead of gallop, following suit behind him as they formed into a two by two single file line, the head of the guard beside Gen at the front to create the second line. This group held no weapon at the ready, and appeared medium sized yes, but not frightening. A banner hung upon the spear of one of the nomads, a golden Tiger on an azure field, the sign of Tribe Kaelas. This small envoy aimed to join the rebellion, in hopes of garnering allies for a future endeavor.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Jan 19, 2013 11:28:00 GMT -6
In almost an instant, he was welcomed by some person. It appears he stood out a bit more then he thought he did, then again he was traveling with a shirtless man a blue face, and he his self sported a rather eye catching scar. Perhaps he should of thought of things from a more practical and realistic point of view, even if it was hard with all the outlandish things that had happened to him in the last two years. He was finally out of that whirlpool of insanity, and sometimes that was hard to forget.
It was a shorter man who hailed him, wearing what appears to be some kind of cloth tunic. His lack of armor implied that he was not a warrior, perhaps some kind of tactician or doctor. However he was young of face, and in body so it was more likely he was still in training. The soot and scorch marks that decorated it confirmed his identity, he was a mage. One in training most likely, a pupil of sorts. "Greetings." Aidan responded, thinking about the words the young mage used. "You are correct, we are here to aid the rebellion." Which was true, but wasn't explaining everything. "Me and my friend walked quite a bit to get here, and are looking for a place to rest our weary bodies. Do you mind if we take a seat?" Gesturing to the ground, there wasn't much in the way of chairs out here, but Aidan was more then used to the uncomfortable hard earth. In fact he had more difficulty relaxing in more comfortable climates, even at his old home in Lycia he had nothing but hard wooden chairs.
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Zacharia
Shaman
Kingmaker
"You fight for the promise of a better tomorrow for this country."
Posts: 172
Bern Fame: 3
Illia Fame: -2
Profession: Advisor
Affiliation: Bernese Senate
Affinity: Thunder
Profile: Link
OoC Alias: Zach
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Post by Zacharia on Jan 19, 2013 23:47:25 GMT -6
The offer to go join Cyril sounded slightly more appealing at the moment, thanks to his stupidity/friendliness in the situation. They could be enemies, but then again, they were probably not. The Illian soldiers looked nothing like what the odd pair did. Blueface especially. What was the point of painting your face blue, anyway? Just makes you look silly unless the blue was in a shape that resembled something cool. Like a wolf. Or a bear."I...oh, go right ahead!" He joined the two in front of him, and once again plopped down on the earth. He removed his pack, letting it slip from his grasp and fall on the ground in a heap. "My name's Zach. I just arrived under the "command" of Selibas. This place really needs some mages..." he said, adding the last comment almost as a thought. Even though they were looked down upon, his teacher stressed it again and again-- Mages could very well change the tide of a battle. Not many people can withstand the awesome might of the piercing elements. Unless you were fast enough.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Jan 25, 2013 22:08:54 GMT -6
Selibas had a lot to do. He decided it was best that he see the larger party first, as if there was any threat, theirs would be the largest. He rolled himself onto Lightning's saddle, and said, "Go on then." The little horse turned his head, and raised it's eyebrows. "Please." The little horse took a large sarcastic breath, and turned it's head. The clamber of it's gallop could have been sworn to be sarcastic too. As the little chief drew towards the party, he noticed they were Sacaen. Fantastic, he had a way to handle this quickly. He addressed a young man the others seemed to look to. "Hello plainsmen. I am Selibas chief of the Sumis and the Aurumiaf. Whatever notion of a tribe you hold, all Sacaens are one in my eye. Please, set up your gers on the edge of camp for tonight. I grant you guest rights, you have my salt, my bread, my horses, and my protection. I'll meet whoever leads here when I can later tonight."
He turned and galloped away. He went in almost the opposite direction, and slowed as he reached two men speaking with Zacharia. Selibas came upon them just as Zach was speaking of the lack of Magi in the army. "We need more men at all is what we need." Selibas slid from Lightning's back. He extended his hand to the man with black hair first, then the other. They seemed to have an.. air about them, the black haired especially. Not best to treat him as a common soldier. He smiled. "Hello, I'm Selibas, Chief of the green sea. Commander in the rebellion." He had no real rank, so Commander sounded good to his ears.
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Genkumaru
Myrmidon
Posts: 12
Profession: Wandering Khan
Affinity: Thunder
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Post by Genkumaru on Jan 25, 2013 23:24:56 GMT -6
Genkumaru nodded to the other man, noting he was a chieftain of two tribes and that he had greeted him with guest rites. Although what really stuck with him was that he said Sacae was one. Gen rode off towards the area designated flr them as a small caravan cought up to his men and followed him along with them to the area, where they began setting up Gurts, tables, and a large fire in the center, using a circle shape common to his people. A large Gurt being at the twelve o'clock position that also happened to be set up last food and drink having been brought along with basic supplies which were piled in a single tent.
Soon merriment and plains music could be heard coming from their designated area, a small feast going on as well as skill competitons between the men common to Sacae. Gen was playing a sitar like instrument called a Vaeren common to Saceans. He was singing and leading the songs, although only a fellow Sacean would notice the sadness carried by his voice and within the music. When not playing he was drinking quietly not fraternizing with his men. Not because he thought he was better but because he wasnt always friendly, especially at night, thats when he thought and planned his future. Gens men appeared quite happy, which was in great contrast to their somewhat sullen leader.
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Saturos Prox
Swordmaster
The Wildcard
I'm almost incapable of lying. I'd be a terrible spy.
Posts: 351
Etruria Fame: 1
Profession: Undercover Operative
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Saturos Prox on Jan 31, 2013 21:49:06 GMT -6
"Bearings are always good”, muttered Saturos, his eyes taking in the surroundings. It had been a long morning, and now they found themselves just outside of a fairly large town, of which the Etrurian did not know the name. Before them lay scattered a mess of tents, campfires, and equipment, all of which looked a bit patchwork and ramshackle. A war camp, a not too impressive one, one which Saturos figured belonged to the rebels. Some men looked like soldiers, but most seemed to be mercenaries, farmers, and craftsmen: men not meant for war. There were, however, many of what looked to be Sacaens, and while Saturos had never fought with or against Sacaens himself, he had heard of their skill, swiftness, and fierceness in battle.
He looked back at his eternally scowling partner, and shrugged “The Bernese Liberation Front, eh?”
They had come a ways since their recent trip to Argyle’s castle, and of the original group, only he and Aidan currently remained, which was a bit odd seeing as Saturos was neither Ilian or Bernese. And after all this time, Saturos wasn’t sure what it was outwardly that attracted him to Aidan, but the old soldier inside the sword hermit still saw a real leader behind that scowl, one that the gruff soldier probably didn’t see in himself. Something told Saturos that with Aidan at the helm of the rebellion, Bern was sure to win.
Saturos waved silently to the short man that had come to greet them, before taking a seat on a nearby barrel at his honorary captain’s behest. The man, who introduced himself as Zach, kept giving the Etrurian swordsman funny looks. The looks didn’t bother him, not in the least, as he was generally used it, but it always amused him to note whether people were more surprised by his shirtlessness or his face paint. Usually it was the former. This guy seemed to be more interested in the latter. Then, when their greeter left, the swordsman elbowed Aidan casually.
“Never heard of a ‘Selibas’ before,” he commented to his friend, nodding towards the camp in front of them. “Doesn’t sound like he’s the head of this operation if he’s just arriving today. Think he’s an actual soldier commander, or just patriot with sellswords willing to fight for him?” The swordsman paused, then shrugged a little. “Either way it’s one more set of toes you’ll probably have to step on.”
It was then that another person rode up in front of them. He was a relatively short, green haired Sacaen man, who introduced himself as Selibas, a rebellion commander and "Chief of the Green Sea"...whatever that meant. It sounded important, though, and he was polite enough to extend each of them a hand.
"Saturos Prox, soldier and swordsman sworn into the service of Aidan Lowell of Bern," responded the Etrurian, shaking Selibas's hand.
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Cyril Schweitzer
Fighter
What's this then, eh!?
Posts: 53
Profession: Rebel Militiaman
Guild: Wolfpack Militia
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Synkkis
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Post by Cyril Schweitzer on Feb 1, 2013 0:33:06 GMT -6
A little while later, the fire itself had died down and Cyril hadn't taken the time to make camp. The burly fighter woke, still a drunk enough for his liking. He tossed three more logs on the fire and collected his gear to make a decent sleeping spot. He set up his bedroll and other comfort items he had on him, he made sure to save some of his liquor for on the march. He may need it to kill some stress.
Cyril stumbled over himself even on all fours laying out pieces from his pack. Warmly, he spoke to himself for every task he was doing. Finding his set-up suitable, he got up to relieve himself. Away from the campsite in a briar patch, he went about his business and made his return.
However, he managed to pass through the Sacaen camp on his way back. Mistakenly, the night coupled with his intoxication, he managed to trip over a tent rope and pummeled into a stump used as a stool by someone marked by leadership, although the uncultured past brigand wouldn't have known it since to him Sacaens nearly all looked the same. "Aymate shur is-the-groun' tryin' ta make me a fool outta me. Na foolin' Cyril!" he slurred with his boisterous speech. "Na'mind me." He managed to get himself up, but not after bracing on Genkumaru.
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Aidan Lowell
Griffon Knight
Symbol of Rebellion
Ten years is far too long to be a stranger in your own home.
Posts: 265
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -4
Profession: High Consul in the Bernese Senate
Affiliation: Bern
Affinity: Thunder
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Aidan Lowell on Feb 2, 2013 4:01:01 GMT -6
"Either way it doesn't much matter, as long as anyone answers to him, he's a better start then nowhere. We didn't go through all of that to back off out of fear of making other people uncomfortable." Aidan looked about as he spoke frankly, taking in his surroundings before pushing his self up off the earth. It was ramshackle at best, and chaotic to the soldier's sensibilities, with little order to be seen. It felt less like one large encampment as it did countless small ones. "There's probably many men like Selibas here, ones that lead small bands of men, or rather have small bands willing to fight for them. I doubt that he's anything formal, however. There's no common sense of unity here, like each man is wary of his own brother. The rebellion in general is greatly scattered like that, with different branches completely independent to one another, which is what I suspect I'm supposed to fix." It was a heavy responsibility, and one that felt complete self centered and narcissistic to have, to imply that he has any right to rule when he didn't even know the name of a single man here. Still, he knew that someone needed to step up, or the rebellion would destroy itself with its own lack of unity. What the rebellion does in one territory, the men in the other have no idea. This is the largest encampment, but there's so many others that aren't here. "We should meet with this Selibas, and see if he has a better read on the situation here."
Speak of the devil, and he will appear. A young man, quite young indeed, strode up to the two. It was the Selibas they spoke of moments before, one who called himself 'Chief of the green sea.' That was a Sacaen title, this man must be from there. It wasn't surprising, one of the Rebellions biggest allies was the nomads of Sacae. Saturos introduced himself to the commander, and Aidan did the same after shaking the man's hand. "I'm Aidan Lowell, soldier of old Bern, and a man willing to put his life on the line to get it back." He said with nod of the head.
"Selibas, is there a tent nearby in which we can speak in private? There's important information I need to disclose, and I would prefer to do it away from prying eyes." Soon everyone will know, but it would be best to keep things under wrap for now. They were here to meet with someone, someone from the inner echelons of the rebellion's wheels and cogs. Probably someone close to his sister, if not the woman her self, the ones that sent him on this wild chase in the first place. This Selibas character, he didn't appear to be a person that he needed to speak with, he had just arrived himself... Still Aidan felt like he should, like it would make things easier in the future if he did, and he had long since abandoned ignoring these feelings in his gut, them being the only thing to have saved his life the last few months. Besides, whoever this person they are to meet will likely to find him before they can find a thing.
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Selibas
Hero
The Little Wolf
My Word is Iron.
Posts: 455
Etruria Fame: -1
Bern Fame: 4
Illia Fame: -3
Profession: Khan
Guild: Tribe of Sacae
Affinity: Ice
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Selibas on Feb 2, 2013 21:22:44 GMT -6
Selibas nodded at the men in turn as they introduced themselves. He turned to Saturos, "You look like you know your way around a sword, that's always good to have around. Of course introducing yourself as such certainly implies it." Selibas smiled at the last. Then he realized the other man's words. Aidan Lowell, he was almost certain that he had heard that name in conjunction with the rebellion. Curious. "Nice to meet you Aidan, I'm sure you'll fit in well here." Then he asked him to go somewhere private.
"That's possible. Zach, if you see Porter I'm sure he'll set you up with a place to sleep. Saturos same to you. Aidan, if you'll just follow me." He turned and led Lightning towards Kelvins tent. He tethered Lightning to where Chasmere? Or whatever Kelvin called his gargantuan horse. Upon entry, he noticed that Kelvin was not there. So he pulled two chairs so that they were facing each other and took a seat. "So, what is it you needed to tell me?"
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