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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 3, 2012 19:20:41 GMT -6
William's scowl deepened as the light haired thief spewed out an explanatiin about being hired by Richter. There was also a list of names and titles or descriptions of sorts. Likely intended to confuse and disorient those who listened. Either way, "dragon friend" wasn't the wisest choice of names to claim in the city of Bern. The guard Captain hadn't held his rank at the time, but he remembered the destruction wrought after the dragon had torched Bern in previous years. That was one thing he'd never allow to happen again. Not as long as he had breath and blood running through him.
Hearing the name "Richter" coming off the scrawny snoop's lips came as a surprise. He must have seen the man from the hall and now he was trying to conspire to get himself out of trouble by invoking a name in authority.
[Teal]"Right. And I suppose he hired you to ply your trade on all the people outside the station too.[/Teal] William's grin was closer to a snarl. His tone amused, yet still retaining a granite-like atmosphere. [Teal]"You've got two choices, Maggot. Drop your weapons and your bag and things might not be so unfriendly. Or things can get unfriendly. Profoundly so."[/Teal]
The big man's voice came out in a growl. His muscles looked ready to spring, and his face was impatient and proud beneath the shaggy beard he wore.
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Post by Mana on Jul 3, 2012 23:43:47 GMT -6
Finally finding the ring, Mana felt excited imagining how strong the fighters up there. However, like Wyatt said, it was rather disappointing. He might even notice that Mana had begun to lose her interest. "No, you're right. Their skills aren't great and the axeman don't know how to use his weapon. He doesn't even use his weapon advantages. Heh, I hope your skill with axe is 100 times better than his," she said, chukling. Of course she believed Wyatt was better than that axeman. Mana predicted that the lancer would win, and the outcome was precisely like her prediction. The axeman was just being outclassed by the lancer who seemed to have some good experiences with his weapon. It seemed the axe's superiority against lance was erased by the difference in their actual skills. "But really...The spinning spear?" The name sounded very funny so she had to laugh.
Mana raised an eyebrow at his question, he knew she felt disappointed with the last fight so why he offered her to take the challenge? She didn't underestimate the lancer that much but, the myrmidon just wanted to fight someone stronger than him. "It isn't because you don't want to fight a weak opponent, is it?" she whispered to his ear, joking. Mana then crossed her arms as she considered her options.
"I guess, it has been a long time since I had a serious match, though, not a battle or sparring. Maybe it would be a good training...Even if..." she stopped there and glanced at Wyatt. He probably knew what she wanted to say anyway but it wouldn't be wise to condescend her opponent in front of the crowd. "Watch me, Wyatt. You are going to get your treat soon," she winked before stepping up toward the ring, walking straight without hesitation.
"I'm up," she said to the man who just offered Wyatt the challenge, one hand on her waist and the other one already gripping the scabbard. She passed him and made her way toward the ring, staring at her opponent. As she stepped into the ring the crowd started to become loud, some even already made a bet. "Time to test my new sword, I should get used to it before the tournament begins," she thought as she drew Falcatta, revealing the beautiful sword under the bright sunlight. For some reason she felt confident with this sword in her right hand.
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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 Jul 4, 2012 15:41:30 GMT -6
As Clair responded to his story, Marcus recoiled slightly. Her words, while harsh, were still true. He hadn't been there to help, though he hadn't heard anything about Richter being captured. He had left before the company had regrouped, hoping to catch the bandits unaware. "I'm sorry, Clair. I wasn't aware that Richter had been captured. I was in such a hurry to follow up on my lead that I forgot to report in. It won't happen again."
He then turned to address Richter's question. "I don't think that will be possible. When I say I was discovered, so was the rest of the team. I tried to rescue them, but they were too well guarded, I was forced to flee and I fear they have been executed by now. As for any pursuit they may have made, I made sure to take the most roundabout path through Ilia and Sacae. However, I agree with you, Richter. I need to lay low, perhaps take on a secret identity. I suggest that, for the mean time, I pose as your personal guard. It should keep me safe enough, without forcing me to hide."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 5, 2012 0:12:53 GMT -6
The blond haired Falcoknight pursed her lips as Marcus recoiled. Regardless of thoughts, frustration, and whatever else was in the past, she couldn't change it. She had no desire to cut the dragon loose , which meant all she'd really been doing was making her displeasure known.
She was listening to Marcus' story as he spoke. Apparently, he hadn't been the only one making enemies for himself over his visit to Etruria. Still, not everything set just right with her. It sounded like he was reading off a list of facts, rather than speaking of the deaths of comrades in arms. She wasn't really in the mood to pursue it further, so she let it drop, but it still felt as though a piece was missing.
"What do you think of that, Richter? Your own bodyguard." Clair didn't bother explaining that Richter was a high profile target himself, and wouldn't afford much anonymity. They could deal with that, and there would be another line of defense for Richter. For each of them, if she was honest.
She slapped the pink haired Commander lightly in the stomach with the back of her hand as she spoke. "He might even be able to beat off any unruly mobs of women or fans who head your way." She grinned slightly at the tease. If possible, it would be nice to be able to take an evening here in Bern for themselves. She wasn't sure they could do that though.
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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 5, 2012 0:15:46 GMT -6
Wyatt clapped for Mana as she stepped into the ring. He knew this fight would be 'treat' enough for him. He hadn't gotten the chance to watch Mana use that sword, he'd been too occupied with his own enemies at the time. But now all eyes were going to be on her and her opponent, this would make for an impressive display. [red]"Knock em dead! ...er...You know what I meant!"[/red] He shouted in after her, slightly embarrassed from tripping over his words like that.
Most of the bets were against Mana. He had to admit that it was the logical choice. Most people viewed women as weak, he knew he did before he started his journey, and swords were usually at a disadvantage versus spears. But he knew better, even with the advantage of range the lancer had, the victor was not in question for him.
[red]"I'll match EVERY bet against her!"[/red] He announced to the crowd, pulling his pouch into his hand, rolling it with the heavy jingle of coins. He had more then enough coin for that, since most people were betting light amounts. Decent sums for tradesmen and farmers, but adventuring had it's perks too. Lots of valuable things found out there. As Mana unsheathed her sword, she drew a gasp from the crowd as light reflected off of it. The opponent just chuckled. [blue]"A nice pretty sword. Probably hasn't seen a lick of combat before. A real man's weapon is scarred and worn with the signs of battle!"[/blue]
[red]Only if the idiot has no idea how to care for his weapon.[/red] Wyatt thought bitterly, but kept his mouth shut.
[green]"My my! Our new challenger has drawn in quite the betting pool and an impressive looking blade to back up the boasts! This should be an interesting match! All right fighters! Begin!"[/green] He called.
Instantly, the lancer known as Alexander began living up to his name. He spun his lance about his fingers, creating a whirling dervish of iron in front of him. It seemed, to a normal onlooker, to be an impenetrable shield of metal to block any attacks. Wyatt saw plenty of weaknesses though, his hand didn't move much from it's location, and of course his fingers were wrapped fully around the lance. So in truth, his hand was almost completely unguarded. His 'shield' stopped at around his knee, making low shots very capable of going through. Also the obvious fact that he would need to drop his 'shield' and slow the spear down to effectively attack, and that would leave him vulnerable. What weakness Mana saw and chose to exploit though, that would be the real interesting part.
Wyatt watched silently, studying Mana's stance and reaction. He paid no further mind to her opponent, he was as Wyatt thought. A mediocre fighter using one trick constantly to beat other weaklings. Against a true fighter, he didn't even have a chance.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jul 6, 2012 13:49:21 GMT -6
Well, it could have gone worse I guess, Tuatara thought. "Hey, that's not my fault! I have a condition, it's called kleptomania or something like that! I can't help but steal, besides, no one lost any money.... I don't think." He fished around in his pockets and satchuel.
"See!" Tuatara said, pulling out some lint, a pencil stub, and a cork-screw. "But I really am part of Richter's army. I just got lost, looking for my friend. He'd probably have me court marshaled or whatever you call it if he found me."
Tuatara thought a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. Usually I can just run away, so I rarely have to talk my way out. But I'll get out, I have to! My friends are counting on me. "Hows this," he began,"You post me a bail or house arrest, community service or something, and if no one complains about something being stolen by me you let me go? It's fair, you have more room in the jail, your reputation intact, and I can continue looking for my friend and Mr. Pink-haired man, Richter. Hows that? Hmm?"
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Post by Plot Device on Jul 6, 2012 16:49:52 GMT -6
The lieutenant knew William wouldn't put up with this much longer. Grabbing Tut by the right arm he shoved him into the wall with force twisting his arm. "Zip it kid. If Caption Saint looks into your story and it so happens to be true you'll be free to go, until then you'll be spending time with other scum." Pulling Tut from the wall the lieutenant kept his grip on Tut's arm then shoved him down the hall. Shoving him into the cell he slammed the gate. "I expect not to hear a God damn word from you." He spit onto the ground after looking at the other two already in there.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jul 7, 2012 22:05:22 GMT -6
Richter ran his tongue across his teeth as he digested Clair and Marcus's words. He appreciated Marcus's confidence in his own abilities to dodge pursuit, but oddly enough the words themselves didn't make the pink haired Ilian feel any better. The Prophet's hand probably had followed Marcus all the here. Agents probably stalked the city streets as they spoke. They'd proven capable enough in the past, and Richter had no reason to believe anything had changed for the better. But, stifling his worries, he let free a half-hearted grin as Clair patted him on the stomach.
"A bodyguard would be helpful," Richter agreed, shooting Marcus a quick glance, his usual taciturn gaze was illuminated by a slight twinkle in his eye. "Though I'm not sure how useful Marcus would be. After all, it's not like dragons can just go transforming to deal with every cloak, dagger, or pair of female lips that comes their way." He obviously understood the purpose of the suggestion, but he decided to have a little fun with it. Maybe even improve it.
"If anything, if we're trying to stay covert, wouldn't it make more sense for me to be your bodyguard? Nobody would expect Richter Abend of Ilia to be waiting at the hand of a dark cloaked priest, after all." He turned his attention to Clair, a small smile creeping across the side of his face. "That, or I could be the sworn protector of a lord and his beautiful maiden."
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Post by Kenshin on Jul 8, 2012 7:10:42 GMT -6
Kenshin had been trying to dodge the high rollers wanting him to enter and put all their money on him. One man had been adamant on getting him to enter. He had been one of the people who thought he was just a push over and couldn't live up to half of the legend till he witnessed his match. The look in Kenshin's eye, the way he looked alive in battle even if it was just a spar with fake weapons. Every time Kenshin had ducked into a crowd he would still find him. "I told you a million times by now, I do not wish to enter. That one match was to shut that man up." The man offered to give him 55% of the winnings. Kenshin pulled him closer then pushed him back, causing the man to bump into a light blue haired man in Sacaean garbs.
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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 Jul 9, 2012 6:55:32 GMT -6
Surprisingly Mel was smirking as she was led away by the guards her sharp blue eyes flashing dangerously. It was unexpected that the stupid pirate would gain the gall to stand up, but it made it all the more fun in the end to their little game. Yet she hated games and always wanted them to end as quickly as possible. Hopefully with a knife or two stuck into someone else, or leaving someone nude in an alleyway. Both were equally amusing, and together they were the perfect combination. Sabin's pride would be shattered into pieces and she would just sit and watch lazily eating an apple.
Slithering her way out of situations was her specialty, along with deceit and scamming lonely old men from their cash. Back in Bern though she wanted to keep out of trouble, there had been enough trouble stirred up in the past and having it catching up would be rather unfavorable to her health.
All her concentration was focused in on mapping out their route in her mind and keeping it there until she was done with it. There was no way in any bend of thought that she would let trouble catch up and that would mean breaking out as quickly as she could. If it was anywhere else catching a nap first would be her first order of business but in Bern...
Any words that the guards were saying the lass rudely tuned out focusing on ever door, every little incline in the wall, and every single detail that would be vital to an escape plan. Her mind only returned to the present once the manacles were released from her slim wrists the pointy eared girl rubbing at them to ease the sore as she stared up at her cellmate.
He was...a fink? Without a doubt he was acting like one but who knew what lay underneath. For now it was wise to ignore him and turn the cold shoulder, the mentally deficient guards would be easy to fool first and she could focus on his personal preferences after.
Now the only way to get out was some distraction...the fink would do just fine. "I am a..." she fished for something to give a good loud reaction instinctively pulling the cloth from her hair that covered her ears. "I am a demon" she said in a sickly sweet voice while she opened her eyes wide. "Your soul will be mine~ I will carve out your heart with my fingers you little fink~" She raised her slim fingers dramatically giving a large and mad grin as a demented cackle rose in the back of her throat.
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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 Jul 10, 2012 2:11:03 GMT -6
A smile slowly crept onto Marcus' face. Richter's plan was even better than his. With his new haircut and outfit, he could pose as some minor Ilian lord come to witness the tournament. Besides that, Richter would make a much better guard then Marcus would and it would allow both of them to remain undercover.
Marcus nodded his approval. "I agree Richter. The Etrurians might be searching for Richter Abend and his dragon, but Lord Cameron Martyn and his personal guard will mean nothing to them. They certainly won't be looking for a lord and his lady come to see a tournament. It's a near foolproof plan, as long as it doesn't get out. What do you think, Lady Martyn?" He asked, turning towards Clair.
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 10, 2012 11:47:12 GMT -6
It felt good to be able to laugh and smile. Even in the midst of their troubles, friends helped. She found herself raising an eyebrow in amusement, a slight grin forming on her lips as Richter suggested the new ruse. A lord and his beautiful lady? She smiled, her cheeks reddening a touch at their, mostly Richter's, compliments. She wasn't the sort of girl that was set aflutter by mere pretty words though.
A part of her found the idea intruiging. Being "a proper lady" was outside her experience zone, even if she probably could manage to fake enough of the traits to make it through the tournament viewing. This part of her was buried under the duty of an Ilian Falcoknight though.
Clair shifted back a step, free hand idly stringing some of the loose strands of her hair behind an ear and towards the back of her head. She fiddled with her headband a bit before dropping her hand down to rest on the wide black leather belt she wore. The Thunderlance was crackling softly in her grip, as she held it lightly. The same energy and crackle seemed to be infusing the llian woman looking up at the two men from where she stood, ready to be released.
"You know, if I could think of one good reason why I should be Lady Martyn watching the tournament, instead of Commander Feldsky helping to secure it and tending the army, I would be much more likely to consider it." Of course, Richter would only ever be the one that she considered hers, but Marcus was a friend. They could pull this off if there was a need.
"Otherwise, you may have to find another volunteer."
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Post by Mana on Jul 10, 2012 13:46:30 GMT -6
"Huh?" Her reaction was predictable, she was surprised by Alexander's statement about weapon. It wasn't completely wrong but something didn't feel right if he was the one who said it. "Don't tell me...he probably never polish or sharpen his spear," she thought, looking disappointed.
The announcer then made the arena alive with his spirited gestures and his loud voice. He was pretty good with this thing, probably not an amateur. Unfortunately, as people began to cheer and bet Mana felt unusual pressure. Which was because this was her first time fighting in front of these many spectators. Wyatt would probably notice that Mana started to lose focus easily, not like her usual self. "Uuugh, why my legs feels heavy? My arms too..." Mana realized that something was wrong with her, but the girl couldn't tell what it really was that making her movement dull. "Come on, he isn't scary at all. I can't be nervous!" Her thought was disturbed by the loud cheers of the spectators. At this rate, she might lose the battle without even fighting back.
The girl looked at her opponent who had started his signature move. She gradually recognize this weird feeling. "I think...I know this feeling. It's different from fear, but it does scare in a very different way,"she said to herself. Mana tried to control her breath as she closed her eyes, cold sweats falling down her cheek. "Heh, this is bad..." Mana unconsciously glanced at Wyatt, it was like she was asking some help from him. At this fight, her enemy wasn't Alexander but herself. Mana then surprised the crowd when she grabbed Falcatta sharp edge with her hand. Of course the blade cut her skin and caused some blood flowing out, adding some red color to the ring. But, the Sacaen girl then looked calmer than before. The pain had helped her to ignore the crowd, making her able to concentrate better to her opponent.
"Here I come!!!" Mana attacked first like how she always started her spar with Wyatt. A fast charge like a thunder, but fluid and light like a wind, came forward to the man. She found a weak spot in the center of that whirlwind which was his own hands. But Mana didn't want to make Alexander lose any of his fingers so she refrained from attacking that spot with her sword. Instead, she suddenly stopped her thunderous run right in front of him, in front of the spinning spear. People started to tense when Mana stood there like inviting Alexander to attack first.
"Idiot!" she roared as she slamed Falcatta's scabbard toward his hands at the center of the "shield". This attack might crack one or two finger bones if connected but it still must better for him than losing his fingers, right?
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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 10, 2012 17:17:49 GMT -6
Wyatt had his eyes on Mana as the fight began. She didn't look well at all. This must have been her first fight with people actually watching her. Wyatt could understand her nervousness. Fighting for your life was one thing, fighting for the entertainment of others was a beast of another color.
She looked to him, her eyes seemingly begging for some help, but Wyatt didn't know what to offer her. His shouts could barely be heard above the din of the city, and what could he say to calm her down? She seemed to find her own answer, however, as she cut her own hand. The small stain of crimson fell to the ground, and the crowd got quieter for a moment. The announcer seemed about ready to say something when Mana jumped into battle. The crowd erupted with a roar, Wyatt included, as she made her charge. She was all right now, she was focused They'd need to find a way to get to that focused state without slicing herself, though.
And she stopped, paused at her opponent for a moment, and then reached out with her sheath and a sharp crack filled the air. Alexander howled in pain as the lance clattered from his hands, bloody from where the broken bones had actually pierced the skin. Hah! She'd done it, she'd broken his defense!
[green]"A devastating strike! But, ladies and gentlemen, the newcomer was the first to bleed, so by the rules of the match, she has lost!"[/green] Came his gleeful declaration as he rounded on Wyatt to collect the money owed him. Wyatt glared back at the man, but then his expression went to a challenging smile.
[red]"Go ahead."[/red] He said, offering a coin purse to the greedy man, who made a reach for it. He was so obsessed with the obviously heavy bag of coin that he missed the right cross coming for him. With Wyatt's strength behind it, the greedy man didn't have a chance, and hit the cobblestones before Wyatt had finished pocketing his pouch.
[red]"You don't have to be Sacaen to hate cheaters."[/red] He spat at the man, looking to Mana as the crowd around them dispersed with shouts, obviously attracting the attention of those near-by. Maybe a guard or two, but there were not any obvious ones around.
[red]"Nice work there Mana! You really made short work of the 'champ'."[/red] He said with a grin. [red]"It's too bad about your winnings, but I'm not putting my hand into that guys pocket to collect. Last thing I need is to be accused of being a thief. I guess we'll just have to find another one,not full of cheaters."[/red] He chuckled a bit, as he found that all the spectators had vanished now. [red]"You got a little bit of stage fright up there, huh? We'll need to work on that, the tournament crowds will be hundreds of times bigger. Can't have you tensing up in there."[/red]
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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 11, 2012 7:22:48 GMT -6
Hiro stared blankly at Mel as she pulled back her hood and began to speak. Was this some type of joke? It HAD to be a joke, only a fool or child would believe it. He raised his hands in the air as he dropped to his knees. "OH LAWDY PLEASE SPA-BAHAHAHA!" Hiro couldn't play along any longer, he broke down laughing historically bringing tears to his eyes. He kept laughing as he spoke "Guards please saaaave me, she's gonna kill me." Wiping the tears from his eyes he rose to his feet again. By the sounds of Mel's voice Hiro was able to tell it was indeed a girl.
"Oh god, I haven't had a laugh that good in a long time thank you young 'demon'." Hiro slowly ran his eyes up and down Mel while smirking. "You know, you're kinda cute or the best damn trap I've ever seen but you're a tad bit too young for my taste. So, you never answered me before. What did you get arrested for?"
As he spoke to the child another guard entered and shoved somebody else in there. Again another youngster, Hiro sighed and mumbled to himself "What do I look like, a babysitter?"
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