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Post by Butorega on Sept 6, 2013 10:09:13 GMT -6
"Curse that wench", screamed Butorega as he pulled Aurek out of the water. The old man began coughed up water as Butorega dragged him ashore. The young brigand was exhausted. The fall itself had placed enough strain on his body, but having to drag out an old man covered in armor was worse. Worse still he had to find their weapons he could not go without his axe and old man most definitely could not live without his spear. He was already blind he did not want to make the old man toothless as well.
The young brigand screamed into the air with frustration and began to wade into the river once again. It took all the strength he had not fight against the current, but to his luck Aurek spear had been caught on a rock. Next to it was the soldiers shield which he grabbed along the way. With hands now full the brigand made his way back to the shore were he laid the old soldiers weapons down on some bedrock.
"Hay Old", however Butorega stopped in his track. He remembered the old man words early about his name. It was already bad enough he fell into the old guy, but he also knocked him into a river and almost drowned him. "Aurek", he changed his tone to a more respectful one. "Your shield and spear are right here. The young brigand tapped his foot on the rock giving it a clear sound of where it was in space.
Butorega once again moved into the river scuffing the bottom of the running waters with his feet searching for his axe. A few minutes had passed, but finally the bandit found his axe buried in the silt, or at least what he thought was his axe. For all he knew it could have been someone else axe that fell into the river, none the less Butorega took the axe and returned to shore. As he pulled himself from the cold river waters a familiar golden disk rose above the mountain range. It was dawn, and for a moment the young brigand stared into the new light. Moved by this event Butorega reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a little book labeled "Kill Count", and opened its pages, but to his dismay the words in the book were blurred and the ink smeared across every page. "I hate thieves", spoke Butorega as he dropped the small booklet to the ground and began to apply his vulnerary to his wound.
"I wonder what the other's are up to", spoke Butorega aloud?
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Aurek
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Post by Aurek on Sept 6, 2013 13:07:49 GMT -6
The bumbling fool had knocked him into a river! As he had fallen, Aurek grabbed both of them. It was mostly blind luck they he had actually gotten a hold on Butorega. This made it easier for the brigand to drag Aurek out of the cold, rushing water. Well, easier than trying to find the soldier first. The initial shock of hitting the water had caused Aurek to inhale large amounts of the freezing liquid. Mountain streams were always cold. Coughing, gasping, and spluttering, Aurek crawled slowly to his weapon and shield once Butorega had indicated where they were. Affixing his shield to his arm, Aurek grabbed the lance and hoisted himself up with no small amount of groaning. Slamming into the river was not easy on an old body.
"I have no idea, nor do I really care," groused Aurek. As far as he was concerned, Yunneth might have been a priority, except he had no idea if she could help anyway. His main concern was restoring his eyesight. If she turned up again, he would coerce her assistance when the time came. But for now, everything was a dark world of nothing. Except his other senses were still working. And the one that was crying the loudest was the sense of touch. He was extremely cold and soaking wet. "We'd better get moving soon then make a fire. I don't need to be chased by those fools or get sick."
Aurek felt tired, sore, cold, uncomfortable, and the only company was the brigand who seemed to be the source of it all. Yet he needed the fool as his guide. Aurek had no clue where he was and was almost entirely dependent on the young man. But that didn't stop him from voicing his complaints. "What was with that anyway? Why are people hunting you? Got any other enemies I should know about? Because in case you didn't notice, there isn't exactly a large group backing you right now! I'm blind for the moment, and you're too impetuous. That's a recipe for getting killed, and I'm none too partial to that idea." It was a lot of questions and ideas coming in thick and fast. Aurek coughed up some more water.
He was getting ready to lay into Butorega again, when he noticed something: there was a faint light at the edge of his vision. Aurek's mouth dropped slightly. Rubbing his eyes, he blinked several times. The light didn't go away, nor did it get stronger. It was just there. Realizing his mouth was open he immediately shut it. No use revealing this new information. It hardly made a difference at the moment. Instead, he refocused on the task at hand: surviving. "You got a plan, yet?"
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Post by Butorega on Sept 6, 2013 20:49:56 GMT -6
For a moment Butorega remained silent. He took in all of Auerk complaints as they were justified. "I am not being hunted", spoke the young brigand with confidence. "None of my enemies know my name, nor am I such a monster that my image would stick in peoples mind. That person leading that brigade of cut throats was an old opponent thought to be long dead. He was not haunting me, but that did not stop him from trying to kill me once we meet again."
The young brigand began to walk away from the river tapping his feet on the stones as he moved. He did so to give the old solder details of which way he was going. "We are not far from a small village", spoke the young brigand as he took a look around. "However it is too far a walk wet and cold", spoke Butorega. "If my memory serves me correctly there is a small safe house near this area. We could hide out there for a bit and start a fire."
Butorega began walking toward the location of the safe house. Which as he said was not far? It was only a short five minutes away from the river, but truth this was not a brigand hide out. It was Butorega's old family home, which he had not seen for over four years. In truth he had no intention of coming back here, or at least so soon, but fate seemed to push him hear.
As the duo arrived Butorega was greeted with the image of a small domed building made from stone. The structure was made from the very mountains that surrounded the valley. Outside the door was a pleasant garden of medicinal flowers and herbs. This very fact told his sister still lived here, if not he was keen to take it back as the building was still legally his property.
As the brigand approached the door pulled an old iron key from his pocked and stuck it into the lock. With a ping the lock on the door open and Butorega walked in. Immediately he was met with a fire place which to his luck still had fresh wood in it. He picked up the stones from the side of the floor and sparked up a flame. He then led the old man to the fire and began to take off his wet shirt, and place it near the fire to dry.
As the brigand moved away from the flame he heard a noise outside. Unsure of what it was Butorega grabbed his axe and headed for the door. Just in case it was his sister he held the axe back toward the inside of the house. The young brigand opened the door and took a look outside.
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Aurek
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Post by Aurek on Sept 7, 2013 20:07:38 GMT -6
Letting the young man lead him, Aurek trudged behind the brigand. Honestly, did he really think it was necessary to make all that extra noise? It was pretty obvious where Butorega was. The sloshing of the water in his boots and the aching breaths emanating from his general direction were enough indicators. The traveling was short and easy enough, but it did give Aurek time to think. The fact that there was light in his vision was foremost in his thoughts. He had to figure out some way to speed the recovery process. When no brilliant ideas illuminated him though, Aurek focused once more on his companion. The brigand was an apparently unsavory character which was hardly surprising. He was new though so he hadn't had time to make much of a name for himself yet. The fact that they ran into an old enemy was purely bad luck. If there was such a thing as luck.
They reached their apparent destination without problems. Apparently it was some place familiar to Butorega. A safe house of sorts. Brigands having safe houses was new to Aurek. Usually they had a base and that was about it. But Aurek heard the opening of the lock and the squeak of the door as his partner entered the building. Clearly the young man was not lying. There was some movement followed by a familiar sound. A fire was being lit. Leaning heavily on the doorway, Aurek waited for Butorega to get him. He was tired and ready for a break. Dutifully his companion returned to him and led him to the fire. Sitting down with a heavy sigh, Aurek relaxed as he began to peel off parts of his armor. The stuff wasn't heavy, but being waterlogged and having an extremely long day had left the old man exhausted.
Dropping his shield and lance next to his feet, he unfastened the breastplate first. Laying that aside he unhooked his greaves and manica. Finally, he took of his boots. An unpleasant aroma assaulted his nostrils. Unperturbed, he stretched his feet out and allowed the flames to bathe his body with a gentle heat. Butorega had left to attend to something, but Aurek trusted he would be back. The kid had respect for his elders or something. It was kind of nice having someone to help. Meant less work for Aurek. And less work meant more rest. He could definitely get used to it.
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Yunneth
Shaman
Light and darkness cannot live without each other. Those who do not understand this are dead men...
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Profession: Witch and Researcher
OoC Alias: The Witch of Shadows
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Post by Yunneth on Sept 7, 2013 23:36:56 GMT -6
Yunneth had been stumbling through the woods the entire night. She was bleeding badly. Her stomach was stabbed which caused quite a bit of blood loss, and both her arms were cut open. After Butorega and Aurek were knocked off a cliff, Yunneth was left with the bandits. Since she was a Shaman with no one to have her back, she was easy to topple. The female had taken out her arms right after she was able to subdue their archer. But right after that, she had been stabbed against a tree, passed out, and kicked over the cliff. What a way to go. Yunneth began to caugh and chuckle a little.
"...Damn...damn it...all. I cannot believe...this."
She continued to cough up a lot more blood. She was unbelievably hurt. Her robes were in tatters and she looked as if she would die any moment. Yunneth soon began to lose all the strength in her legs. Soon she is brought to her knees and collapses all the way. At this point...she knew this was it.
"...Brother...I will...be with you very soon..."
Soon she passes out. She was not dead but...sleeping. Though if she did not get treatment, she would die. It was only a matter of time.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 8, 2013 0:36:57 GMT -6
Butorega walked outside to investigate the sound. To his great surprise however he found Yunneth laying face first on the ground. At first he was shocked by her presence. He wondered how she could have gotten here so fast. The trek down the mountain was at least a twelve hour walk. The only explanation he could come up with is she too fell from the cliff. The thought of this chuckled the brigand as he walked up to the shaman, and then all of his laughter had stopped.
"Oh Crap", he spoke aloud. In his mind Yunneth was near invincible as her skills with the shadows gave him the impression she would be hard to him. Magic is powerful, but one fundamental was the same. They do not take hits very well and that is what flashed into his mind. Neither the less the young Brigand could not have Yunneth dying in front of the house. First it was a horrible impression to have on his sister when she eventually returned home. Second this was partially his fault.
Immediately the burly brigand picked up the mage with her legs on his left bicep and her pack in his right. He prayed to whatever gods out here that she did not suddenly wake up it would be a very bad situation if she suddenly found herself in the arms of a shirtless brigand. None the less Butorega headed back to the house using his feet to open the partially open door. He immediately set the shaman down on a nearby sofa, which he knew he would be sculled for latter. He immediately reached for his axe and grabbed his wet shirt. He began using the sharp tip to cut the cloth into long strips. He grabbed a bottle of rum from his back pouch and poured the hard liquor over her wounds. He then proceeded to wrap them tightly with the strips of his once crimson shirt.
With the bleeding stopped and the wounds disinfected Butorega could now rest easy. The shirtless brigand fell down in front of the couch an pushed the door closed with his right hand. His exhaustion had caught back up to him and sleep deprivation was kicking in. He had spent all night climbing through mountains and swimming through rivers. Butoregea was puckered out. The shirtless brigand fell asleep right there in front of the couch. His axe lay near his hand and his head buried into the fabric. Right above him was the now recovering Yunneth and to the front was the old man resting by the fire. What a day. He thought as he dozed into dreamland.
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Aurek
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Post by Aurek on Sept 8, 2013 15:05:32 GMT -6
As Aurek lounged in front of the fire, the first thing he heard was the grunting brigand returning. What now? thought Aurek. He almost instinctively turned to look, but quelled that desire. It wouldn't do any good anyway. There was the sound of cloth ripping and the familiar smell of alcohol wafted throughout the room. An injury huh? Dutiful man. Must be someone he knows. Butorega certainly seemed to very capable for a ruffian. Something else for them to discuss later. As Aurek continued to sit there pondering, a loud thud echoed throughout the seemingly small structure. Deep breathing became the only sound filling the building. He passed out? Aurek chuckled quietly. Everyone had their limit. Butorega had just found his. Slowly rising, Aurek decided it was time for a little exploring. Sleep would come later. He wanted a grasp of his new surroundings before sleeping. Rising slowly, he focused all his senses on his environment.
Directly in front of him, the fire crackled invitingly. Realizing he wasn't quite dry, Aurek stripped down to his smallclothes. Catching a cold now would be pathetic. Behind, the sounds of deep sleep called to Aurek's exhaustion. And there was definitely more than one person there. Shoving those thoughts aside, Aurek stretched out his hands and began inching forward. Shuffling his feet steadily, he reached the wall. The heat from the fire intensified, but Aurek was still far enough away that it didn't burn him. In fact, it felt great. Turning slowly to his right, he began an exploration of the safe house. There were several doors, each one locked or closed tightly. Aurek didn't have time to waste on that. He wanted to establish the immediate area and worry about the rest later. Preferably with people who could see. Continuing the exploration, approached the sleeping forms. One was on the floor and the other on a sofa.
First, Aurek knelt down to the body on the floor. Slowly running his hands over the brigand, he noticed there was a shirt missing. Even though his mind was a little sluggish, Aurek guessed that was the cloth sacrificed for whatever was passing as bandages for the moment. Continuing the examination, he felt the hastily applied bandage and ointment on the man's back. Slightly impressed by the sheer fortitude Butorega displayed, the old man continued his way down to the damp pants and waterlogged boots. Pulling both off, he laid them to the side. Sickness came easily to wounded and weak. Years of forced study and observation had told Aurek as much. He would have to find some sort of coverings for everyone soon. Dragging the limp, sleeping form away from the furniture it was next to, Aurek began the examination of the guest.
Whoever this person was, Aurek needed Butorega with a clear head when he woke up. Someone dying or acquiring a disease would certainly cause problems in that department. The heavy smell of alcohol let Aurek know this was the injured one, and quite badly as well. A precursory feel let Aurek know it was a woman, and she was in sorry shape. Her clothes were torn and she had a wound to the midsection. A closer inspection revealed both her arms were injured as well. The wounds were well cared for, so he wasn't much concerned with that. He wasn't sure who this woman was, but he guessed it was Yunneth. Especially considering the damp clothes and the injuries. Aurek and Butorega had left the fight in a bit of a rush, abandoning the magic user to the unknown. Peeling away the tattered remnants of her outfit and setting aside her bag, Aurek began his final tasks: finding dry coverings and going to sleep. Passing by a few more doors, he wasn't fairly certainly he had almost completed a full circuit of the room they were in. About ready to drag the two closer to the fire, Aurek was elated when he felt a small cabinet. Opening it, he found some blankets, as well as a pillow. Grabbing all the items, he once more continued the slow shuffle.
Reaching a chair he had found near the fire, Aurek dropped a blanket in the seat. Once more, following his original path though this time with greater speed, he circumnavigated the room to his companions' location. First, he laid a blanket on the woman. He had considered removing all the damp clothing but had ultimately decided that what little cold they would cause would not outweigh the outrage of whoever this woman was. This was mostly for Butorega's sake, since he would have to do the explaining. Which would inevitably cause a headache for Aurek. Propping Butorega's head up on the pillow Aurek laid a blanket over his benefactor. The thought of stripping them both naked and letting them fight it out when they woke up made Aurek laugh but it still wasn't worth the trouble. Objective completed, Aurek shuffled back to his new chair and sat down with a sigh. Pending further disasters, things should be pretty good for now. thought Aurek as he wrapped the blanket around himself. The entire operation had probably taken one to two hours. Now everyone was in their skivvies and hopefully warming up. Despite having done almost nothing, the sheer length of the day weighed heavily on Aurek. Sleep claimed its willing victim.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 8, 2013 17:00:28 GMT -6
Butorega woke up from a pleasant dream. It was quite surprising to him. He had not dreamed so in four years. Since the day he left home. He was not sure if it was the exhaustion, or the fact he was once again home, but a sense of peace had come over the brigand. As he rose from the floor he felt the weight of a blanket fall from his chest. A wave of confusion ran through Butorega's head. The last thing he remembered before he passed out was fallen in front of the sofa. He had no relocation of the blanket and even more so of removing his pants. Aurek thought the young man as he rose from the ground. In truth the idea of the old blind man tucking him into bed chuckled him greatly, but light from the setting sun pulled him from his amusement.
The sun was setting and bending back over the horizon. The last time he saw the sun it was raising. It had been at least around twelve hours since he had blacked out. He then turned his attention to his companions who were all stung out on the floor. They had been gathered around the fire place where Butorega had started earlier. His eyes shifted to the old man snuggled in his blanket on hte ground. "Thanks", he spoke knowing full well the old timer could not hear him. In truth however he prayed the old man did not give Yunneth the courtesy he gave him. He knew all too well he would be the one to blame. None the less he walked over to the sleeping maiden and placed his hand on her forehead to see if she was running a fever. To his luck her temperature was fine.
As his mind shifted toward Yunneth a certain point was expressed in his brain. He was in his small clothing and if she awoke at this time he would more than likely be dead. In truth he did not fear her magic as of now she was in no place to do him any harm, but his reputation and honor as a man of Bern was on the line. Butorega immediately walked away from Yunneth and headed for the door to the left of the entrance. The door was locked, but with a push of a button located underneath the knob it popped open and Butorega walked into the room.
The young man took a great deep breath as he smelled the scent of cedar wood. The stone floor was tiled with little blocks of cedar wood that were designed to fit into each other like a puzzle. A thick layer of polish was placed over it giving the floor a shine like no other. The orange light from the setting sun shinned in through a oval shape window. On the left side of the room was a desk with a note neatly folded in its center. Next to the back wall was a small bed that was neatly made and adorned with three goose feather pillows. In the opposite corner was a dresser made from the same wood that formed the tiled floor. And in the center of the room taking up the most space was a weapons rack filled with wooden hammers and wooden sword that were fashion from the same type of wood. This was Butorega's old room and from what he could tell his sister had been keeping it well tided since he left.
The young brigand walked over to the dresser and opened it only to his dismay to find it filled with clothing that no longer fit him. He had grown quite a lot over the four years he was away. His old clothing no longer fit him and the bandit was forced to search else were for new clothing. A bit pissed Butorega left the room and enter once again into the grand hall that his companions were starched out in. He walked straight across the room and opened another door. This door however had a bit of a hinge problem. It was firmly shut and would normally be difficult to open, but not for the muscular bandit. He pressed his shoulder against the door and forced the blited thing open. Inside he was greeted with sever suits of armor and many aged swords. The weapons and armor lined the corners of the room with a very large bed in the center.
This was his grandfather Alexander's old room. The old man had disappeared four years ago four weeks before Butorega had left home. Immediately a sense of guilt ran down the brigand's spine as he thought of his sister. He knew he would meet her before the day was trough. Evidence in the house still pointed to the fact she still lived here. None the less Butorega needed pants and this was the only room that might have any clothing that might fit him. The burly brigand walked over to a drawer with a crimson set of soldier armor sitting atop it. This was His grandfather's armor from his hay day as a soldier in the army of Bern. Inside the drawer Butorega found a pair of tan slacks and two pairs of neatly folded socks. There was also a crimson cut off shirt that was favored by the soldiers of Bern. On the front of the shirt was the royal symbol and the back was the words "Fire burns everything and brings forth new life." It was a favorite saying amongst the soldiers of Bern. The words were rumored to have come down from Harkmut himself, none the lesser they were Butorega's size.
The brigand quickly dressed himself in his grandfather's old clothing, and took the plated boots from the display to replace his waterlogged old ones. He looked just like a soldier of Bern in its hay day, minus the armor of course. As the young man stared at the crimson armor a sense of want loomed over him. The more he stared at it the more he wanted to wear it. "Might as well wear the whole thing spoke Butorega as he adore himself in his grandfather's armor. Something about it made him feel good. He posed for a second in the armor before his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten for about a day. Butorega was off to the pantry, or what he thought it was at.
He immediately took a right turn and popped open the lock on the door. In truth he never understood why his sister likes to lock the doors in the house. It was a bad habit of hers dating all the way back to their child hood. He never questions it though as in truth it never truly bothered him. The armored brigand open the door to a room filled with pink, a pink dresser, a pink bed, and a pink desk. In truth Butorega was caught completely by surprise. All around him he saw dresses handing from rack, the ceiling, and even the bed. Some of these dresses were frilled and were very noble like. This was obviously his sister’s room and to his great surprise it was quite girly. He had never known her as the girly type as she never showed it in their youth. Butorega closed the door as quickly as he opened it.
He immediately went to the other door on the other side of the room. It was next to his’ own room and like he thought it lead to the kitchen. He wondered how he could foreget that the kitchen was next to his room. His sister always feared the kitchen as in such a room their parents died. Butorege being the eldest and a boy took the room. Though in truth his eldest status was only held by a minute. As he walked into the kitchen he was soon meet with the sight of crimson apples filling a large bowl. This was just what Butorega was looking for. The haughty brigand gulped down four of them in under a minute only sparing the sees which he spit into a small bowl. He took the remaining apples and set them on a table in the main hall in case any of the others wanted any.
As the young brigand finished setting down the bowl the sound of the front gate caught his attention. He immediately grabbed his axe off the floor and held it behind his back. He pretty knew who it was, but it was better to be safe than dead. As he felt the door wiggle as the key was pressed into the lock Butorega opened the door. He was met with the image of a fair maiden with bright orange eyes. Her hair was long and twisted into two thick braids that ran down the left and right side of her face. Her skin was smooth as silk and her clothing was of a fine make. This woman was Yashi Butorega's twin sister.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 10, 2013 10:50:50 GMT -6
"Yoah", spoke Butorega as he stood in the door way. His grandfather's crimson armor shinned in the setting sun. For a moment Yashi simply stared at the armored brigand taking in the image of the man standing before her. She then lifted her left hand and placed it on his right cheek. Her mouth open and for the first time in four years Butorega heard the voice of his twin sister.
"Butorega", she spoke in a soft tone. Her hand was still on his face. A smile crossed the young brigands face as he opened his mouth to speak, but the pleasant atmosphere was soon to be broken. As the young brigand began to speak his sister punched him in the stomach. Her fist smashed into the steel plate with enough force to flinch the burly Brigand. "Ouch" she spoke as she examined her now throbbing hand. To her luck it was not broken.
"What the hell", spoke Butorega as he recovered from the shock of the blow. In truth he should have saw this coming, but his sister’s first reaction through him off guard. "Is that how you greet your brother after not seeing him for over four years," spoke the armored brigand in a surprise tone.
"I don't know", spoke his sister in a sarcastic tone. "Maybe I should have just left you a letter saying I am going to try my luck at the world." There it was the one thing Butorega feared. He knew it was coming, but in still hurt. Leaving his sister behind with only a note was the one thing he regretted in his life.
"Ok" he spoke I did kind of deserve that one.
"Of course you deserved it", spoke the orange hair maiden as he motion for her brother to move out of the door way. "Move out the way you big lunk, I dinner to make." Though she never said she was truly happy to see her brother. For four years she did not have contact with her brother, and for all she knew he was dead.
As she walked into the house his sister was met with the image of Aurek and Yunneth lying on the floor. Their bodies were covered with blankets and Aurek wet clothing were scattered on the floor. A twisted expression crossed over his sister’s face as she turned and looked at her brother.
"It is not what you think", spoke Butorega immediately. "We all fell off a cliff and smashed into the river. It has nothing to do with whatever is running through your mind right now."
"Fell off a cliff", shouted his sister in a loud tone. She immediately coved her mouth afterwards realizing that the others were still sleeping.
"Smooth as ever" spoke Butorega as he walked into the kitchen. "Just taking out the trash", spoke Butorega as he sat on the table.
"Off" spoke his sister as she opened a cabinet and pulled out a sack filled with potatoes. The armored Brigand jumped off the table and took his place on a nearby stool. "So", spoke his sisters as she started back up the conversation. "I see you are a soldier now. To tell you the truth I figured you would have been a bandit. You were skilled in the lance, but you seemed to favor the axe over all."
"What" spoke Butorega in a confused tone till he remembered he was still in his grandfather's armor. "Oh no", spoke the brigand as he began taking off the aged armor. "This is not mine. It's grandfather's old set. You know the one he keeps on the right side of the bed."
His sister frowned for a moment and began to speak. "So now you are a thief" she spoke with a mild smile.
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Aurek
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I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
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Post by Aurek on Sept 10, 2013 15:00:15 GMT -6
A monster was chasing Aurek. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear the roar. Stumbling about, he desperately tried to find his lance and shield to defend himself. There was nothing. He was alone with the monster. Panic overwhelmed him. This wasn't how he wanted to die. He never wanted to die! He could feel the warm breath of the beast on his face. The warm wetness of saliva dropped on his arm.
Aurek jolted upright. Looking around, he nearly screamed. Everything was pitch black. He could still feel the saliva on his arm. Then he remembered the previous events of the current disaster. Oaths poured from his mouth. Would he never get used to it? No, he didn't want to get used to it. He wanted his eyesight back. Checking his remaining four senses, he felt the wetness on his arm once more. "What the-!" He paused, cocked his head slightly and frowned. He was pretty sure he ended up drooling on his arm. That wasn't the problem. His hearing had picked up a conversation. There was definitely another person in the room. They had been talking before Aurek woke up. He recognized Butorega's voice, but the lady didn't sound like Yunneth. And from the sounds of breathing, probably-Yunneth was still unconscious on the sofa. Getting up slowly, he decided to break the silence. "Morning trouble." He meant both Butorega and the newcomer. There was no response.
Shuffling toward the two, he put his hands slightly forward to make sure he didn't hit anything. Reaching a new object, he felt around it. Deciding it was a table, he checked for a chair. A soft scraping sound was heard. Reaching toward it, Aurek felt the proffered chair. Checking the position, he sat down heavily. Still no one spoke. "Got any food?" He held out his hand. An apple landed solidly in the middle of his palm. Biting into the juicy fruit, he munched on it thoughtfully. "Thanks." Still no response. What was with these two? Why don't they talk? Feeling a slight breeze, the problem was revealed. He had no clothes on. "Bit breezy, huh? Got any clothes?"
"Who are you?" the woman whispered harshly.
"Finally, someone says something," Aurek responded calmly. "I'm just a... traveler with Butorega. Name's Aurek. Sorry we had to borrow this safe house-"
"Safe house?" she cut him off. "I live here. This is a home."
Scowling, Aurek checked off another item he needed to talk to Butorega about. "Butorega's sorry for intruding. Now, are you going to leave a blind, old man without clothes?"
There were sounds of movement, drawers being opened, more movement, and finally the soft pad of cloth. "There," the woman said.
Dressing as quickly as possible, Aurek seated himself. Waving his hand dismissively he said, "Go on. You two can finish your conversation. Then someone better be making some food."
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Yunneth
Shaman
Light and darkness cannot live without each other. Those who do not understand this are dead men...
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Profession: Witch and Researcher
OoC Alias: The Witch of Shadows
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Post by Yunneth on Sept 10, 2013 17:42:31 GMT -6
Yunneth laid on the love seat, still passed out. After there was long amounts of conversation, Yunneth began to stir. She was coughing up more blood and felt her arms and abdomen bandaged with blood stains on the bandages. Yunneth began to get up but cried out and grit her teeth.
"...Urgh...I...I'm going to put their heads on a pike when im done with them...!*cough*"
Yunneth was getting too excited and coughed up more blood. Possibly a internal injury a healer may be able to fix. She really thought she died there. In a way...she was disappointed. If anything she could have been reunited with her brother. Just thinking about her brother made her calm down a little. Yunneth tries to sit back up but her injuries begin to take it's toll. She couldn't move. That and all she was dressed in were bandages and not much else. Soon she looked around for her robes. She didn't care if they were bloody, she just wanted her shaman robes back on.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 10, 2013 20:25:33 GMT -6
After a short conversation with his sister Butorega had taken a hint. He removed his grandfather's armor and placed it back on the proper stands, however he keep the plated boots for his own. Plated boot had always been his style, and these in particular were of good quality.
As the young man walked out the room he saw Yunneth moving on the sofa. She was coughing up blood. This was not a good sign. As he moved across the table he saw Aurek talking with his sister. Which he noted down also not a good sign, his sister had not found out he was a brigand, and he had no intentions of letting her know of his four years of plundering Bern. First came first, he immediately moved toward Yunneth the girl was still badly injured though she seemed to be recovering. He knew he would need to get her to healer soon, or her internal injuries might worsen.
"Yashi", cried Butorega as he walked over into his sister’s room. "Do you still have that old healing staff?"
"Yeah", spoke Yashi as she hurried out of the kitchen noticed the mage coughing up blood. "Oh", she spoke in a surprise tone as she picked up her pace. She made great effort to beat Butorega to the door and block him from entering. "I will get it. It is not like you can use it anyway."
The young man chuckled underneath his breath. She was obviously trying to hide the fact she had frilled up her room. The poor girl probably though it embarrassing that she was now into dresses and the color pink. "Hay while you are in there grab some clothing for Yunneth. We don’t need people in their small clothing anymore."
"Yunneth huh", spoke the maiden as she entered her room making sure to block his view of the content within. She soon returned with a dark green dress and old staff healing staff. It must have been close to the door as she seemed to have found it pretty fast. It took his sister a bit of time to heal the injured shaman as her skills with the staff had diminished over time. None the less she patched up the shaman as well as an expert before letting her move.
As his sister dealt with Yunneth, Butorega decided to descend into the kitchen. "Hay thanks Aurek" spoke Butorega as he sat down at the table. "Moving me and getting the wet clothing off of me must have been a real pain. Sorry about just passing out like that."
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Aurek
Soldier
I hate the undead just a little more than I hate the living.
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Post by Aurek on Sept 11, 2013 15:42:45 GMT -6
"You're right it was a pain. You ain't no small boy. Yunneth was much easier. Be thankful I didn't strip you both completely." Aurek was frustrated. He was in a new place. And had no idea where he was. And still blind. At least he figured out the woman was Yashi and it was indeed Yunneth who was injured. That made things easier. "Now, you've got some explaining to do, and you ain't going anywhere until I get the answers I want." It was going to be a real chore.
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By the time they were done, Aurek had no clue how much time had passed. Arguing, debating, questioning: all of it took a toll when repeated often. And he still wasn't fully healed from the fall and walk. His muscles were incredibly sore. Apparently Yashi had taken to cooking while Butorega and Aurek were discussing. Having eaten nothing but a few apples in who-knows-how-long, Aurek's stomach was grumbling fiercely. He could smell the sweet aroma of some kind of meat. He wasn't sure what it was, but just the thought of it made his mouth water. The added smell of a savory broth nearly caused him to drool. He could feel his stomach cramping and rolling throughout his insides. He was tired of pain. A good meal and more sleep. These two things seemed to be the priorities of the immediate future.
"Food's ready," Yashi called out. He could hear her approaching. She set something down. From the strong smell, Aurek could tell it was the stew. He still didn't quite know what it was, but that would soon be remedied. Reaching his hand toward it, a sharp rap on his wrist was the response given. "Not until you and I have a little chat," said the woman.
"Woman, must you anger me?" Aurek responded.
"You get nothing till you and I have a little talk."
"Fine, we'll talk. But I better be getting some food during this thing."
"Deal." It was going to be a bit before he could fall asleep.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 11, 2013 16:07:19 GMT -6
As Yashi brought the stew to the table, Butorega grabbed a bowl for Yunneth. He knew the girl was not one for social graces and would probably starve if not offered anything. As the young brigand left the kitchen he heard his sister take a seat.
"Here", spoke Butorega as he placed Yunneth bowl on the table in the front. He then took a seat on the opposite side and began to eat his stew. In truth Butorega would prefer to eat with his sister as he had not seen her in four years, but concern for Yunneth made him eat in the front in case anything happened.
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Post by Butorega on Sept 21, 2013 19:44:07 GMT -6
After an enlightening conversation with Yunneth Butorega decided it was time to hit the hay. He was not tired, but the Brigand knew better than to stay up. The extra sleep would throw off his internal clock, and make their journey all that more tedious. He took his and Yunneth bowl to the kitchen and washed out the remaining particles he then left them to air dry on the counter and descended back into the main hall.
"You can take my old room", spoke Butorega to Yunneth as he pointed to one of the doors. It was only polite for him to give his room to the lady, but in truth Butorega did not want to sleep in there. That room held so many memories from the past. If he were to sleep in there he would not be sure he would be able to leave. The strings of home were already tugging at his heart, but Butoreag still sought more from the world.
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