Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Jun 24, 2012 10:42:30 GMT -6
Marcus watched in amusement as the events unfolded in front of him. The thief's shenanigans were certainly entertaining, and, for some reason, he seemed awfully familiar. Before Marcus could place the face, though, he was off and running again, with Captain Saint scowling behind him. Marcus certainly didn't like the captain, but at least he did his job well.
Marcus toned Richter and Clair out as they discussed strategy. Frankly, it bored him and he had never had a knack for it. When Richter turned to address him, however, he snapped back quickly from his daydreams. He wasn't sure exactly how much he should tell Richter, especially the events involving the cult and the town they attacked.
Instead, Marcus devised a quick lie that contained the truth while removing the parts he didn't want them to know. "Well, after the battle ended, I interrogated a bandit I had captured. Acting upon a lead he gave me, I flew off to scout out some sections of the nearby mountains. However, I'm not proud to say that I got lost pretty quickly," the dragon said with a shrug. "It was there that I met up with an Ilian mercenary group, who was planning a raid on an Etrurian border town. Not one to miss an opportunity to help the war effort, I offered them my services. We attacked the town, with moderate success. It was there that we got the idea to go undercover. We took some robes from the local church and moved deeper into Etruria, posing as priests. We stayed at one of the larger cities for as long as we could, but I was discovered, and was forced to flee. Once I was safely out of Eturia, I traveled to Bern with a merchant caravan, posing as a dancer. Then I toured the city for a while and here I am now," He concluded, looking from Richter to Clair to gauge their reactions.
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Post by Plot Device on Jun 24, 2012 18:46:43 GMT -6
[Purple]"So Mr. Guard, what do you say about my little bag of tricks?"[/Purple]
The questioning guard looked to his partner. A small shake of the head, a wordless communication, passed between them before the first guard spoke again.
"I apologize. With all those tricks and gadgets at your disposal, you really had me convinced you were some kind of talented thief! Hahaha...." The soldier stood up, scooping up Hiro's belongings from the table, and stepping back.
"Well, we wouldn't want any chance of that happening again, now would we? So, I'm going to do you a favor. We'll put you up for free until all the danger and chaos of the crowds from the tournament blow over. Right here in this guard station. And just to make certain no one mistakes you for a dangerous, scum bucket, bottom-feeding thief, I must insist you stay off the streets."
The guard smiled, enjoying his little word game towards the incarcerated. He clearly wasn't convinced that Hiro's tools were as benign as he painted them.
"I'll go and make sure your room is ready, and then someone will be by later to show you to it. Alright? Alright."
The guard and his partner walked out, the sound of a low chuckle and a lock clicking behind them as the door shut.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 24, 2012 21:35:54 GMT -6
Clair watched as the Captain went off to deal with his problem. She still felt like following. She wanted to study how he handled his situations. Or perhaps she was just far more controlling than she had been in the past. Either way, she contained herself, and stuck with Richter, instead of wandering her own way. She needed to be in control of herself and in full knowledge of herself before she would allow herself- should allow herself to pursue it anymore.
"Richter, they're your soldiers to command, but just remember that we'll be stuck here quite awhile if we lose our caravan. Unless we resort to seizing Bernese carts and wagons." The falcoknight looked up, practically dwarfed by the tall, well muscled pink-haired commander standing next to her. Her body moved in unison to his, her arm reaching up to tuck a wayward golden blond lock of hair behind her ear.
"I'm sure that would go over well." The sarcasm in her voice evident, she shifted her position a bit, wrapping her arm around her lance a bit more, and placing the other hand on her hip, Richter's goals and points were valid, but so were hers. An army with no supply was crippled. Even their weathered bunch wouldn't last long without support.
As the conversation turned to the dragon's whereabouts, Clair was reminded that he had in fact, abandoned her. Whether meant for ill or not, he'd left to head out on his own, while she'd conducted her own search for Richter. That everything appeared to have worked out in the end didn't help to soothe her annoyance very much.
"So off you went, galivanting across the countryside on your own!" The frustration Clair was feeling built up and discharged, finding the black scaled dragon a more than suitable target.
"I could have used you Marcus. You know how much time could have been saved if you'd stuck with me, and we'd worked together?!" Clair stopped herself short. This much was all that needed to be said, and making a scene wasn't something she considered a priority. Part of Marcus' story struck her as interesting though.
"...So, you found someone willing to pair with you against Etruria? That's interesting to hear about...." She did manage avoid spewing out word of Marcus' draconic nature at least, and she appeared ready to put her grudge against Marcus down, despite it only rising to bother her a few moments ago.
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Zero
Myrmidon
Wandering the world to perfect his technique and find his rival.
Posts: 62
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Post by Zero on Jun 25, 2012 4:25:34 GMT -6
(OOC:Is it too late for me to join in as a spectator or whatever at least?)
As usual,Zero had slept in much later than the other members of his group,lazily sprawled across his bed snoring lightly away and dreaming about meeting new opponents to challenge and becoming a famed and feared Swordsmaster like his father some day,which was no different than any other dream he's had. As with all dreams,Zero was just getting to very best moment, when he was rudely awakened by the Inn manager by the means of being shaken.
"Hey! Hey kid! The others left you know,and if you don't check out like they did, I'll have to charge you for an extra day." Zero simply mumbled and closed his eyes tighter, as he grasped onto one of the pillows still half asleep,and tossed it at the middle aged man. "Mhmm...cut it out Mel...I'm trying to sleep,get off me already..." When Zero slowly opened his eyes,he almost instantaneously sprung back to his lively self as usual although not exactly in a wonderful mood. "Aww C'mon!!! How come they never bother to wake me up ever? They know damn well I tend to be a bit of a heavy sleeper! Uh...eh,sorry about that sir,here's my portion of the money I owe for the night,let me just gather my possessions and I'll be on my way."
With that Zero gathered up his sword,his traveling pack,paid the man the gold he owed for the night, and rushed out the door of the Inn in hopes of tracking down the group once again,when he suddenly caught the sight of a massive crowd gathering up in the distance,his curiosity piqued Zero rushed off as quickly as his legs could carry him over to the crowd,his eyes beamming with joy when he realized it was the local fighting arena and it seemd like a rather bustling and packed on at that. There were some lively matches going on in progress,as Zero observed curiously trying to pick up new strategies and techniques from the battlers as they duked it out,while occasionally glancing around to see if anyone he knew was here. Zero himself however clearly stuck out like a sore thumb,with his light blue hair,Sacaen clothing physical features clearly making him a noticable person in the crowd.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jun 25, 2012 12:26:25 GMT -6
Tuatara was almost immediately interrupted. Well, it was worth try, he thought as the guard ranted. He turned to face him. What he saw was scary.
"Whoa, you look like a crazy, rabid animal!" Tuatara said, taking in the sight of the captain. He saw the captain's emblem. And it registered. "I mean, you look lovely today. Didn't you hear, I was hired to test your defenses. Pretty tight security, I mean, I got in but was still discovered. Very nice."
Tuatara took his scarf off his head and put it back around his neck. Checked for an escape route, but there was none. "I was hired by a man named....uhh..." He thought a moment, stepping back as the man came closer.
"Richter, ya that's the name. Pink hair, beard. I'm part of his army thing. Helped take down Salvation point. The name is Tuatara Yamen, Dragon Friend and interloper." The captain was hard to read, so Tuatara but on a big cheesy grin.
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Jun 30, 2012 8:30:58 GMT -6
Sabin was enraged. The little girl was trying to frame him for it? Using her devious, twisted ways.He was so mad, he want to pick her up by the neck and throw her over t the other side. However he knew only commotion would arise from it. What was important was for him to get out of here, safely.
"Is that so? You want me to help you? Even if this were the case, how would you even plan on escaping like that? You've got foolish determination, I'll give you that." Sabin spat, showing irritation on his face. This was risky. Too risky.
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jun 30, 2012 18:25:00 GMT -6
"I may be foolishly determined but I find it far more productive to act with that determination. Now..." she stroked her cheek absentmindedly a plan slowly forming in her mind. It was not that hard on Sabin's part, he would not even have to do anything much at all to make it work keeping him out of trouble. "Well, you are the only one who needs to escape for now" she replied with a smirk. "Rejoice, you got off easy today" she reached out under the table dropping her purse on his lap.
"All you have to do is just keep that, nothing else, I will come find you and get it later on." She was not particularly worried about handing the gold over to Sabin to safe keep for now. If he spent it he did, and she would enjoy tormenting him into regretting it. Yet for now this was by far the safest option, elaborate plans were rather annoying and the simplest plans may require a sacrifice yet they caused less of a disturbance.
"Well, thank you for letting me sit with you mister" She smiled sweetly and waved towards him walking to the door the guards stopping her as she tried to leave. "Is there a problem?" she asked softly looking around at them with a timid demeanor. "I have to find my uncle...he is late and I am getting worried..." Her eyes were wide in confusion staring about at them. "H-he gambles a little and I...its late and...if he got into trouble I...he has all of our travel money and...It has grown late. C-can you help me find him? His name is Rigart."
She innocently pulled down her hood staring around at them all with the eyes of a naive young lass stumbling over her words as if she was a child abandoned in a foreign city, "P-please help me, he was supposed to m-meet me an hour ago..."
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Post by Plot Device on Jun 30, 2012 19:31:22 GMT -6
The guard at the door looked at Mel with an odd expression, as his companion was scouring the crowd for some signs of the thief. He was about to let her go, since the 'victim' was distracted by some bar wench, when a word caught the pudgy man's ear. That voice, that innocent and naive voice, and looking for an 'uncle'? She'd used that ploy with him too!
"That's her! Don't let her get away!" He shouted, causing quite a good deal of attention in the tavern as both guards rounded their gazes onto Mel. The one by the door raised an armored hand, going to grab her wrist and hold her tight. She was a small thing, and one of his iron clad hands would prove more then enough to ensure compliance.
[green]"Stop right there!"[/green] The guard ordered, as he made the grab to restrain her.
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jun 30, 2012 20:09:05 GMT -6
Mel stared at the man who had pointed at her as the thief her lips trembling as tears filled her eyes. "U-Uncle Rigart...w-what is going on?" She looked confused and terrified staring around at them "I was waiting here l-like you t-...t-told me too..a-and.." She hiccuped tears flowing down her cheeks as small crowd gathering around them all inside and outside of the tavern. "I...w-why are you d-doing this?" she asked desperately voice cracking as she held back from completely losing herself to tears.
The crowd around them began to murmur amongst themselves most pitying the poor girl and despising her cruel gambling uncle. "Poor girl...what a pig of a man to do such a thing... don't grow up to be so horrid..." one of the passing woman said to her child before quickly shepherding him away down the street quickly. To Mel it was easy, very few would believe a large man against a crying child. The bystanders would do the work for her once she planted the little seeds of deceit in her words. There were perks to being a woman, there was always an easy way out.
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Post by Mana on Jun 30, 2012 23:52:15 GMT -6
Following Wyatt into the street, Mana threw a short glance to the guard who just accused her. She felt rather satisfied when Wyatt gave him a "lesson" to not mess with them. "Moron!" she whispered and tucked out her tongue. Her eyes didn't show any interest to punish him further, Wyatt stomping on his foot was painful enough. "Next time it won't end with just that," she whispered again before running toward the street.
Thanks to that lowly guard, Mana didn't pay much attention to street. The girl was late to realize that she was heading toward a wave of people. What happened next was she got bumped a few times before finally finding a safe empty spot behind Wyatt. "Kenshin's fighting there?" Of course such information wouldn't escape her ears, not when these people saying it so loudly. Now she got some hesitation, heading there or not. She had said that she wanted their next meeting to take place in the arena, but...the swordwoman knew that she also wanted to watch the legendary swordman fight.
Wyatt's voice returned Mana to her sense. He seemed to realize about Kenshin too but he suggested to go to a completely opposite direction from where Kenshin was fighting, as if he knew about her hesitation. "I am lucky to have a good friend." A good friend, maybe it had been a long time since she had one who understood her like him. Mana couldn't help but thanked him for being a nice friend. A smile appeared on her face as she gave him a push on his back, of course it wouldn't be able to move the bigger man though. "What are you waiting for then? I need some warm up before the tournament begins," she said cheerfully.
"Hey, Wyatt. I am going to treat you if I win some money in those street fights!" Mana wanted to return what she owed him. Maybe, if possible, she also wanted to gain some money for their next travelling expense. "Do you have something you want to buy?"
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Sabin
Pirate
Sightseeing's fun, isn't it?
Posts: 148
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Post by Sabin on Jul 1, 2012 10:02:27 GMT -6
Sabin watched as the guards restrained Mel. Mel had left him with a bag of gold. Gold which had been stolen. He was pretty sure he would not be able to use the gold anyway. Stolen gold would get him in trouble. Now was his chance. His chance to get back at that devious little girl.
He saw as Mel started crying. Those fake tears... it disgusted him. He would never find pity for her. Never.
Sabin got up. He knew what had to be done.
"She's the thief alright! I saw her making her way towards my table! She started eating whatever I ordered, and then left this bag of coins over here!" Sabin said, throwing the bag of coins to the guard next to the door.
Sabin was very angry now. So mad he wanted to squeeze the life out of Mel. But he had to restrain himself, unfortunately.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Jul 2, 2012 10:47:19 GMT -6
Wyatt laughed when Mana mentioned buying him something with her money. [red]"Hah! All right then! After the tournament the after battle meal is on you! And I'll hold you to that, I know Sacaen's never lie."[/red] He said with a grin, which of course she wouldn't be able to see.
It didn't take long of walking against the crowd to find one of the many street battle rings that had cropped up around the city. Wyatt looked at the pair fighting in there...a lancer and an axe users. The lancer looked like he had some experience in using that thing, spinning it around his fingers and using it to keep his distance from the blunted axe. The axe user however, he looked like some brigand who had just wandered into town to make some easy coin. He had the ability to use it, but no actual skill with the weapon at all. Wyatt watched in annoyance as the two danced around the ring, their fighting styles riddled with flaws and openings. He leaned over to whisper to Mana.
[red]"Ok, am I just being arrogant, or are a lot of these fighters really pretty...bad? I mean, I knew this tournament would attract all skill levels, but we aren't that good are we?"[/red]
They did just fight off odds of four to one at the Shrine of the New Dawn without much of a problem. Maybe they really did outclass a lot of these fighters?
And then with a strong push, the lancer placed the poorly maintained haft of his weapon into the thug's gut, sending him sprawling backwards across the ring with a groan as the lance barely penetrated his armor. It did, however, release a slight trickle of blood through the leather padding.
[green]"We have a winner! Alexander the Spinning Spear claims victory! That's 5 and 0 for the reigning champion! Does anyone have the courage to step up? One on one, iron or steel weapons, to first blood!"[/green] He called, looking around those gathered there. His eyes locked on to Wyatt, taking in his age instantly, though he couldn't see Mana very clearly because of the crowd.
[green]"And why not you, sir? Your axe will certainly be advantageous towards the champ! Maybe you can walk away with the winnings!"[/green] He tempted the young blacksmith.
[red]"Actually."[/red] Wyatt said. [red]"I think my friend here would like to face him."[/red] He stepped to the side to let Mana come to view, volunteering her for the fight with a grin. [red]"What do you say Mana?"[/red]
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Post by Plot Device on Jul 2, 2012 10:55:17 GMT -6
The guard wasn't convinced by her trick, and grabbed hold of her wrist strongly. When Sabin stood up and threw the coin purse back to them, the former victim caught it.
"This is it! This is my money she stole!" He announced, looking relieved as he re-pocketed it. The guards looked to Sabin, debating if he was an accomplice or not, but decided against it.
[green]"All right, we're taking her to the cells. Keep a closer eye on your things."[/green] He said, slapping a pair of manacles over Mel's wrists, making sure that they were so tight they were uncomfortable. He'd seen too many thieves slip out of them, and he wasn't taking that chance with her. [green]"You've got some nerve to try and steal in broad daylight in Bern. You'll learn your lesson though."[/green] He declared, removing her from the bar and taking her to the holding areas.
When she reached her destination through the busy streets, she was placed in a smaller room inside a fortress. She would notice, as she was pushed in, that there was another person in this room (Hiro).
[green]"More company. The whole lot of you are just coming out of the wood works."[/green] The guard declared, releasing Mel from her manacles and locking the door behind him as he left.
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Jul 2, 2012 13:25:06 GMT -6
Hiro sat down in the chair slouching waiting to be escorted to his cell. This was nothing but pure bullshit, HE was the victim yet HE'S the one going to be locked up, the worst part was he had zero diplomatic ties so he had to serve his time. Damn it, back to the days before Kraft's rule, Hiro so dreaded the type of situation. Maybe he could swipe a set of keys as the guards took him to his cell? He was pretty damn skilled at that type of thing, but the risk of getting caught was too high. Moments later the guard reentered the room, alone.
"On your feet and hands out scum." He walked over and took Hiro's right hand and placed two keys in it, closed his fist and started to shackle him. This time he spoke much softer, whispering to Hiro. "The Bernese rebels can use a man of your skill. In three day's time right before the tournament starts we're having a meeting in the house across from the Boar's Tusk. Use these keys to get out of the shackles and the cell then and meet up with us." Hiro had a smug look on his face. "What's in it for me? Well other than an escape from here? The pay good?" "Depends if you're able to preform well."
Hiro wasn't anybody's bitch, if he helps them it will be on his terms. "We'll talk about that later though, put on a good show" The two walked towards the door, the guard opened it shoving Hiro out the door "Move it dirtbag." Hiro was taken to his holding cell, for a while it was quite till the guards brought in another person. A little boy? Anything says it would turn into a sausage-fest in here. As the guard released Mel from her cuffs and walked away Hiro bolted towards the gate.
"HEY ASSHOLE, WHY DO I HAVE TO STAY IN MINE? I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!!" Hiro looked up the new comer, holy cow it's a boyish looking girl? "What chu in for little boygirl? Or do you prefer to be called girlboy?" Hiro kept his tight grip on the keys he was given.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jul 2, 2012 19:06:27 GMT -6
"Noted," said Richter softly as he gave Clair a quick glance. "I'd rather not seize Bernese property if I can avoid it." No, Clair's sarcasm was justified, as any such action would definitely hurt their efforts in the long run. As much as Richter was willing to come to blows with the rebels if need be, a peaceful solution would be far more productive. If he was to recruit Ilia and Bern in his fight against Etruria, he'd need the number of lingering grudges kept to a minimum.
Richter stowed away those thoughts for a moment, however, and turned his head to Marcus as the dragon recounted the recent events in his life as per his commander's request. Scouting and espionage wasn't something the pink haired Ilian really thought of when he thought of dragons, but if there was anything he had learned recently it was that dragons came in all sorts, and of all of them, Marcus was definitely one of the more unpredictable.
But while Clair's immediate response was anger and frustration, Richter's reaction was more subdued...and worried. The Ilian had little reservations when it came to Marcus's safety; Richter figured the manakete had learned his lesson after the incident with Ariston, but that was the thing: Etruria knew about Marcus. They knew who he was and who his friends were, so if they "discovered" him, as the manakete so aptly put it, then they would have no doubt followed him right to Bern, which meant secrecy was about to become their greatest ally.
"I really hope you didn't make a scene in Etruria," muttered Richter, not really caring if Marcus heard him or not, before echoing Clair's sentiments. "But you should tell us about these mercenaries. If they're as daring as you say, they could prove useful in the future."
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