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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 13:40:35 GMT -6
The Orange clan, it was a subject that interested Oya very much. He and his brothers were decedents of this clan. Every since they were young he noticed they had a pull towards violence. Sure they were pirates, and pirates were the violent sort, but Oya and his two brothers stood out. They would kill for the heck of it and burn things for the sake of it. Even Oya, who was the more refined one of the group, had a urge to kill. When he visited his cousins in Bern he saw the same thing. They too had this killer instinct. Oya had began to write up a book about his bloodline, and called this effect Predation. He was not sure for all the others, but whenever he killed somebody he felt a sudden rush. Through chance encounter he looked into a mirror and saw that his eyes had flashed red for a moment. He wondered if this might be the effect of some long ancient magic, but was not sure. In order to find out he decided it was time to head back to the homeland.
All the Orange Clan members were said to be from Bern. What he got from his grandfather when he visited him four years ago said as much. Still he needed proof of his hypothesis. The flash of red he saw in his eyes during one of his kills could have been a reflection of sun. He needed facts to back up any of his findings. Though he was not planning on publishing what he found he still wanted the proof for his own sake. So the first ting Oya did when he got to Bern was to ask of rumors of an orange hair demon. It seemed like a viable idea. The men of his family are known to kill and tales from the old days would speak of such men as monsters. He was expecting to find some old ruins or tombstones, but instead he got whispers from travelers and Illian refuges talking about a man in a red jacket. It was no doubt probably his cousin, but that information was useless to him. Though he did need to interview him and see if he had the same predatory drive as he did. After much searching and rumors Oya had found a possible location for him to ascertain what he was seeking. There was a town deep in the mountain of Bern that had a strong distaste of men with orange hair. The town was named Mark’s Town. According to the rumors the town was there during the rain of the dragons, and held an old library with knowledge dating back to the dragon war. This is what Oya was looking for. Immediately he headed out seeking to gain the knowledge of Mark’s Town. If he was lucky he might be able to find a book on his kinsmen.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 17, 2014 13:51:37 GMT -6
Oleg gritted his teeth. The day had been hard on him, mostly due to too many jobs and not enough payments. Debt was starting to stack up to him. He let out a sigh, stroking his beard growth as he walked the streets of Mark's town, slowly reaching a nice alley where he could lay and wait. He prepared his blade with a sigh. Robbing was never nice, but he had to pay the tavern night somehow, he thought to himself as he pulled up his mask to hide his face. He then reached the most shadowy corner, waiting patiently. His blade could wait, and so could he.
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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 14:20:39 GMT -6
Oya had finally reached Mark’s Town and as he suspected the guards were not too friendly with him. The first thing they saw as he came over the hill was his Orange hair and they immediately went to work. Archers pulled back on their bows and swordsmen drew their blades. All eyes were on him as he finally crossed the threshold. Immediately Oya eyes widen. He expected a rude welcoming, but not a military movement. “Hold up it is a woman”, spoke one of the guards. The archers lowered their bows and the bladesmen sheath their swords.
Once again Oya’s famine completion had saved the day, though he took the extra effort to grow his hair out long. “Umm… what was that about”, spoke Oya to the guard that gave the order. From what Oya could tell he was the captain. From sizing him up Oya could see he was a former merc. His armor however was too heavy for his profession and would slow him down in battle. From Oya hypothesis this man must have nearly lost his life in the past to a blow to the chest. In order to cope with it he began to overcompensate it with armor.
“Sorry about that mamma, but there is a stick rule in this town that prevents Orange hair males from entering the city”, spoke the guard.
“Orange hair males”, spoke Oya with a questionable tone. He already knew this before hand, but had to act the part. In truth Oya had gotten pretty good at acting.
“Yes only men with Orange hair”, spoke the man emphasizing the men part. “There is an old legend in the town about an orange hair man bring doom to the village. It was passed down from the days of old you see.”
“An orange hair man bringing doom”, spoke Oya. “What else does….Oh”, suddenly spoke the pirate. “How rude of me, I have not even introduced myself and I am already asking questions. My name is Mimi. I am a traveling herbalist with a taste for history.”
“A herbalist”, spoke the guard. “I see I see, that must be the reason for the huge bag. Well let me introduce myself as well I am Charles captain of the Mark’s town guard.” Right on the money thought Oya. He figured he was the captain. The armor gave him away really.
“Nice to meet you Charles”, spoke Oya. “Now about that legend you were telling me about.”
“Oh right”, spoke Charles. “You are also a historian. I am sorry miss, but I don’t know much about it . I moved here about ten years ago after I retired from the company.” Right on the money thought Oya. His deduction skills were starting to shape up as well. “Now if you want to know about the legend”, spoke Charles. “Then you should go talk to old man Herb. He runs the library and keeps all the records.”
“Oh I see”, spoke Oya. “Well let me rent a room first. I wanted to collect some specimens while I am here.”
“Sure thing”, spoke Charles as he let Oya pass. Oya was now sure he would find what he was looking for. Their ill temper towards Orange hair men sounds very close to his own clan. Maybe they raided this village in the past, or possibly started here. So many questions and so little time, Oya pulled out his note book and began to write about his findings. It was not much, but the fact a legend existed was interesting enough. While writing the sea man wondered into a nearby ally. From the corner of his eye he saw a figure. He immediately stopped and turned to see who it was.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 17, 2014 14:26:24 GMT -6
Oleg blinked as the woman entered his little ambush spot. He calmly walked out, his mask covering his features as he stroked his sword. "You know.. I do not prefer to rob women. Nor anyone. But one has to get a tavern night somehow." He let out an audible sigh, as he set his sword pointed towards the "woman". "How shall it be? Would you prefer to just give me the money, or should I knock a purse out of you?" He had his eyes tightened together. He was not really used to trying to be a convincing robber, but enough jobs had made him convincing enough to get a few elder women to grant him some money. But this woman seemed different. As if.. It was not even a she. He slowly murmurred to himself. "Focus.."
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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 15:49:21 GMT -6
A robber thought Oya as he looked at the masked man. Immediately his mind began to size him up. He had a blade which was bad for Oya. The way he held it told Oya that he was no thief. Mercenary most definitely confirmed the sea warrior. His hair, his eyes, and his wrinkles told Oya that this man had some experience under his belt. Oya himself had fighting experience, but not on land. The rocking and shifting of the sea were not available. This was one of Oya main weapons when it came to a fight. Not to mention the strategic advantage of having a sword verses axes. Sill however he needed to be dealt with.
Oya first glared at the man. His eyes revealed an enormous amount of killing intent. Trying to rob him, that was an insult. Still fighting against him was not a wise decision and Oya was not going to give up his gold. That was a fact. He could not call himself a man if he did that. Instead Oya took a deep breath. “Eek”, Oya screamed in a high pitch voice. The sound bounced off the walls and radiated throughout the town. It was quite easy for the guards to hear his high pitch squeal. The sound of armor clanking filled the air as guardsmen from all over rushed to the scene.
“The guards are coming”, spoke Oya in his usual womanly tone , but his body language told the truth that Oya was a man. “What are you going to do little thief. In truth though you only have two options. One you can run or two you can try and take me hostage. The latter of the two is ill advised”, spoke Oya as he reviled his pair of axes.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 17, 2014 15:56:10 GMT -6
Oleg blinked as he slowly took his mask off, letting out an audible grunt. "You know, that was smart. I'm just smarter." Oleg sighed as he took his sword, plunging it to his chest, trying his best to not hit anything important there as he then slumped down against the nearby wall, breathing heavily, throwing his mask away as he slowly looked to Oya, a faint smirk on his face. "Your move.. Hnngh.. Hngh.." He then moved his head to face the sky, doing his best to not plunge into open pain. He seemed to have stabbed himself a bit too hard. Nowhere important, but still too hard.
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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 16:20:13 GMT -6
Son of a wyvern thought Oya as Oleg plunged his own sword into his chest. He could not deny it that was a brilliant move. It seemed his hypothesis about the man’s experience was right. Running was never a good idea. The guards would eventually catch you. Still however the saturation looked bad for Oya. The guards were almost there, and like said running was never the right choice. Oya immediately fell to his knees, and covered his mouth with his hands. He placed on a shocked expression as the guards turned the corner.
“What going on”, shouted Charles as he looked at Oleg. His eyes widen as he saw the blade plunged into his chest. Seeing the opportunity Oya showed off some more of his acting skills. “Charles”, he spoke as he jumped into the merc arms. “He stabbed him”, Oya repeated as he began to cry face tears. “That man stabbed him.”
“Calm down Mimi, everything is going to be alright”, spoke Charles as he grabbed Oya shoulders. A great blush crossed his face as he gave orders to his men. “You two find the person who did this.
“Right”, spoke two of the guards as they rushed off looking for someone who was not there.
“Malcolm call the healer and quickly”, spoke Charles to one of his men.
“On it sir”, spoke the man.
“No need” spoke an old man as he came around the corner. He had a staff in his hand ready to aid the best he could. “Now stay still”, spoke the healer.
“Mimi come with me”, spoke Charles. “We need you to identify the assailant.”
“Right”, spoke Oya as he glared back at Oleg. Smart move old man, smart move thought Oya
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Post by The Madness on Jan 17, 2014 16:26:14 GMT -6
Oleg let out a faint groan, feverishly moving his hand forward, touching the shoulder of the cleric. He then looked to him, having his most convincing face set up as he slowly muttered. ".. Hnngh... That girl.. Orange hair.. Smugled orange haired brother here..." He then hung his head low, breating wheezingly as the healing commenced. ".. Orange hair.. Man.. "
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Post by Augustus Nacht on Jan 17, 2014 16:59:35 GMT -6
Nacht was out on a walk in the city. He'd stopped by on his way to elsewhere, but wasn't exactly happy to have done so. A "loyalist" town and him being a Rebel and all... Well, there was a clear lack of wanting to be there. Though to be fair, there was a certain something to be gained if there was a move made on him too. Perhaps he should put away those thoughts for now though. He paused and narrowed his eyes as he noticed a short orange haired girl move into an alleyway. There was something about her...
Next thing he knew, there was the sound of someone crying out and guards rushing over. Nacht didn't move from his spot, instead waiting to see just what was going on now. With two guards running up to the wild haired Druid, well it looked like he was about to be questioned.
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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 17:04:07 GMT -6
“Orange haired man”, spoke the priest that was the only thing that he could make out clearly. Age had sapped away most of his hearing. A serious expression crossed his face. The legend he thought to himself. “You there”, spoke the priest to one of the guard. “Tell Charles that a demon had snuck its way into the village.”
“Is the prophecy coming true”, spoke the guard as he stared back to the priest. Fear could be seen on his face.
“Not if we can help it”, spoke the priest. “Now I must do my work and you need to deliver the message.”
“Understood”, spoke the guard as he sprinted off.
“So”, spoke Charles as he was about to ask questions about the assailant, but suddenly the guard burst through the door.
Exhausted could barely speak. “Orange Demon”, spoke the man as he gasped for air.
“Orange Demon”, spoke Charles with some confusion. Oh no thought Oya. That thief was starting to get on his nerves. First he had the gall to try and rob him, and now he was trying to expose him.
“The assailant”, spoke the guard as he finally caught his breath. “He was an orange hair man.”
“Orange hair man”, spoke Charles surprised. “That is impossible. We have this whole village on lock down. How in the world did a orange hair man get in here. I need to speak with him myself”, spoke Charles. “Please take care of Miss. Mimi for me.”
“Right sir”, spoke the guard as he looked at the Oya. “So”, he spoke. “Did you get a good look at the attacker?”
Hold on a second thought Oya to himself. He could work this to his favor. “Well”, spoke Oya as he pretended to be frighten. “I don’t remember much, but the man did not have orange hair”, she spoke.
“He did not have orange hair”, spoke the guard surpise.
“No I remember it being purple not Orange”, spoke Oya. “I don’t know if his hair color is two different shades on one side or the other, but it was purple. Also his face was covered with a bandana. Maybe after he got stabbed his vision was blurred. I probably saw me and thought that I was still his attacker.”
“That could be it”, spoke the guard. Oya words calmed the man down some.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 17, 2014 17:11:24 GMT -6
Oleg grunted, wheezing as he stood up, the healing finished. He bowed his head down in respect to the elder healer, as he then stumbled forwards, arriving to the two as he held the same sword that had stabbed him, along with his bandana that he had thrown away, holding it like it was the prophecy of doom. "... I.. Hngh, was not stabbed near where... My face could be covered with blood... I also.. Hngh, ripped the bandana off my assailants face as he stabbed me.. Orange demon.." He clenched his chest, groaning. ".. Hngh.. Sorry.. My insides have not settled yet. I cannot tell much of his.. Or her, face.. It seemed like a male, at the very least." He nodded. He then hunched over once more, groaning. "I need.. A bed.. And maybe some warm soup.. Hngh.."
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Post by Augustus Nacht on Jan 17, 2014 17:19:40 GMT -6
"Sir!" One of the guards accosted Nacht as he stood there, pretty much waiting for it to occur. "An incident has just occurred in that alleyway." The soldier pointed back at the alley, not too concerned if he actually got it right or not. "Do you have any idea as to what may have occurred."
Nacht, for his part, just scratched the back of his head. "Well, all I saw was an orange-headed kid going in there. Then all of you filed in there." He shrugged and one of the guards seemed to fidget in place before telling the other he'd go inform the Captain. The guard that remained nodded and thanked him for the information before moving onwards to another individual. With that done, Nacht began to turn and walk away.
Meanwhile, a brown haired man narrowed his eyes. The Ilian soldier had seen that one somewhere before.
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Post by Willow on Jan 17, 2014 17:36:53 GMT -6
The sound of rapid hoofbeats echoed down the street of the village, echoing louder and louder until they rapidly echoed like drumbeats playing a military march. Suddenly, a deep gray horse shot out from around the corner, and skidded perilously to a halt. Gracefully, a lady disembarked. Her shocking emerald eyes flashed, and she spun a staff in her left hand eagerly as she daintily stroked aquamarine hair out of her eyes. The epitome of a fragile cleric, she showed a hidden side as she held up the stave and in a firm and clear tone, announced
"I have come to scourge the land of its evil!"
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Post by Oya on Jan 17, 2014 17:51:56 GMT -6
“Don’t worry young man”, spoke the priest as he placed a hand on Oleg shoulder. He took the scarf from Oleg hand and walked up to a rather jolly fat fllow. “Tomus give this lad my son’s room in the tavern. The boy can stay home for the night.”
“Sure thing Father Matthew”, spoke Tomus. “I will show you to your room”, spoke Tomas.
Meanwhile at the guard house Oya was joggling his options. Things were getting sticky. All the boy wanted was the knowledge about his clan. He could tell it was here. This prophecy spoke was enough for him to see the stains of them, but this Oleg person was making things difficult. As Oya though about what to do next he noticed a scratch on the man’s arm. He could use this to his advantage. The town was hell bent on keeping out men with orange hair and from the looks of thing keeping his gender a secret was not going to be easy.
“Oh are you injured”, he asked.
“Oh this”, spoke the man. “It is just a scratch from a fall when I rushed here.”
“Oh no that could be dangerous”, spoke Oya. “You have to be careful. It could become infected. Here let me help.” Oya opened his large bag and began to search threw his belongings. The pirate pulled out a vile marked as exliser.”
“You seemed to have spelled it wrong”, chuckled the guard. A blush crossed Oya face.
“Sorry I was in a bit of a rush when I made this one”, spoke Oya. In truth however he did not spell it wrong. He spelled it like that on purpose. It was to let him know not to use it when he was in danger. This was no normal potion for healing. This was a vial of a deadly fever disease that he had found on a island his mother had stopped on. The disease was highly contagious and would spread from person to person through the air. Oya himself once caught this pledge, but thanks to luck he survived. Oya being strategic minded kept some of the fluids the came from him having the disease. He mixed it into a potion he had already purchased and made a weapon out of it.
“Oh you are a herbalist”, spoke the man with surprise.
“Yes”, spoke Oya as he applied the mixture onto the man’s arm. The wound closed up like always, but unknown to the guard Oya gave him a little present. “I learned from my mother”, spoke Oya lying through his teeth.
“Better than new”, spoke the guard as he walked out the room. “Oh I almost forgot miss Oya you are free to go”, he spoke. “And thank you for the potion”, he added as he left the room.
“No thank you”, spoke Oya. It was now a matter of waiting.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 17, 2014 17:59:28 GMT -6
Oleg slowly grinned to himself. The seeds were planted. The town would be in complete chaos in a matter of no time. He walked to his room, nodding as he then searched his bag, taking out a orange wig (having a assortment of different colored wigs in his bag), along with a new mask. He then slowly climbed out of the window, climbing down, holding his chest as he cursed, straightening himself. He then grinned, as he started to run, potentially running past Oya, the guards, and just generally anybody in his way. He spoke in a masculine voice. "Your doom is nigh! I, the orange demon, have arrived, with my sister!" He then rushed to the darkness, doing his best to dump the mask and the wig to a nice dark corner.
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