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Post by Oya on Jan 22, 2014 21:15:03 GMT -6
“Curse those up tight priest”, shouted Oya as he walked out the church. The priest at the church had given him quit a hard time. Apparently one of the old monks has the ability to see peoples past and he did not take kindly to the things Oya had did. He screamed and hollered about evil and devil for so long. If Willow was not in this town Oya probably would have voted to killing it off like he did Mark’s Town, but then again Yashi was here. He had very little family and killing a member was not a good idea. Still it did not changed the fact that he was pissed off. Not to mention he left his axes behind. So even if he decided to kill the old coot he had nothing to do it with.
As Oya walked outside the church he saw a man enter a bar. At that moment it hit him. Willow would probably go somewhere that he would not expect her to be. She probably went into the bar. Oya walked away from the church tossing the helmet in the air as he walked, just messing with it allowed him to release some of his anger. As Oya reached the bar he placed the helmet between his arms. He walked past the man he saw earlier and up to Willow. “Willow”, spoke oya in a low voice.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 23, 2014 12:53:25 GMT -6
Oleg watched the figures leave the windowed area, grunting as he rose up, moving towards the bar to drink even more. He then blinked, noticing a familiar orange hair attached to a short boy. He stroked his chin for a long while, calculating the chanches of Willow being with him as he grunted, simply deciding to go and plonk himself next to the tavern entrance and wait for them to come out so he could explain himself.
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Post by Willow on Jan 23, 2014 13:11:16 GMT -6
Willow turned her head slightly, acknowledging Oya. In front of her was a steaming mug of what appeared to be plain water. However, by the glazed look in her eyes and the strong smell emanating from the mug, it was clear it was some sort of highly alcoholic beverage.
"Oya," Willow slurred. "I'm sorry that I keep... Bringing you trouble... I guess that I don't really deserve you..." Taking a long drink, Willow sighed and stared off into space. "You can... Abandon me... If you want." Willow continued to drink until the mug was empty, then shakily went to put it down, missing the counter the first time and then holding a wavering hand aloft for another.
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Drax
Manakete
Inferno has no room for this Ancient Dragon, for I unleash the Inferno to this Realm.
Posts: 61
Profession: Death on fair Winds
OoC Alias: Fiery Death/ The Red Demon
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Post by Drax on Jan 23, 2014 19:47:59 GMT -6
Smiling to himself, he heard how the female was talking. She was drunk beyond what she was use to. Shaking his head, he'd ask the bartender for the next ale to be even hotter then the last one. The tanker was taken and filled back up again. This time, the ale bubbled as it was boiling in an old Iron kettle. Downing the contents of the tanker, some of the ale rolled off his skin and landed on the ground with a slight sizzeling sound. Like most Manakete's that were sleeping for long periods of time, he sat quietly and listend to all the gossip that was going on around him. Hunched over a bit to make himself seem smaller then he was, his long jacket hung off the chair that he sat on.
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Post by Oya on Jan 23, 2014 20:11:43 GMT -6
“Willow did I not say that I would always be here for you”, spoke Oya as he grabbed the maiden’s arm. “Or do you not remember the words I spoke in the cave. Well I guess it is the alcohol.” This was why Oya preferred not to drink, or at the very least not heavily drink. It dulled the mind and robbed you of your sense. At this very moment it did not matter how powerful Willow was. She was now vulnerable and vulnerability usually leads to death. Oya put willow’s arm over his shoulder and began to lift the maiden up. As he did so he noticed a familiar face in the bar. “Oleg”, he spoke as he bumped into the man with the deep red jacket. Oya did not even bother to say sorry. He was more focus on getting Willow out of such a place.
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Post by Willow on Jan 23, 2014 21:24:09 GMT -6
Willow, assisted by Oya, struggled to her feet. As she did so, she noticed a familiar item in his hands. Even through her stupor, jealousy ignited in her gut and she felt familiar, unwanted rage welling up.
"Oh, I see how it is," she snapped. "So this was all a ploy so she could get me to leave, so she could SEDUCE YOU with gifts and a helmet!"
Her face growing wrathful, Willow shakily shoved Oya aside and stormed toward the door, swerving, stumbling, and tripping as she pushed it open. With her balance lost, she tumbled and landed on top of a man sitting next to the entrance.
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Jan 23, 2014 21:36:23 GMT -6
The person in deep red looked at the young pirate who was now shoved by the woman he was helping. His eyes looked at the helmet in which Oya carried with him. 'That Helmet, I've seen that before....wait....Ah...so the young red hair maiden is here in this village eh? Hahaha, but not now...I need to relax some more.'
At the house, Lisa had put on the clean clothing and put on her armour. Sliding her lance in it's sheath, she would start to head out to the forge where she was to make a new helmet.
A while later, hammering was heard from the bar as Lisa was forming her new helmet. The top of the helmet came back in a sharp cresent as the whole thing was a slick design. Looking at it carefully, she would begin to hammer it some more. But now the design of the helmet began to form into something else. The helmet went into the cold water where it sizzeled. Letting it sit there, she would sit down and looked at the orders that was to be done by the next night. '10 iron lances, 8 Steel Axes, 12 Iron chest plates.' It seemed the list went on forever.
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Post by The Madness on Jan 24, 2014 7:02:15 GMT -6
Oleg blinked as a drunken Willow suddenly landed on him, barely catching her and keeping from falling into the mud. He held her, looking around as he grunted, standing up as he proceeded to lift her up, grunting as he did so, barely being able to lift her. He then looked around for Oya, looking inside as he nodded towards him. "I got her.. Now to hope she will not fry me." He chuckled a bit, looking to the drunken woman, wondering what her reaction will be.
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Post by Oya on Jan 24, 2014 8:00:55 GMT -6
“Oleg”, spoke Oya as he walked over to where Willow was. He looked at the mercenary and gave a death glare warring him that he would attack if he attempted to harm Willow. He still remembered the report he heard about Charles. Oleg was not known to simply let his enemies be, or at least in Oya’s eyes. Still they had declared a truce with each other, and he was pretty sure Oleg did not want to become enemies with him again.
“Willow let me help you”, spoke Oya. “I don’t know what is bothering you, but you need to lay down.”
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Post by Willow on Jan 24, 2014 20:52:22 GMT -6
Willow heard the voice and instantly scrambled backwards, trying to charge light magic. Unfortunately, in her state, her magic fizzled and popped like sparks.
"Oya!" Willow screamed. "It's the DEMON! SAVE ME!"
With that, Willow panicked and flailed her arms at the 'demon,' all the while shouting incoherently about 'Elimine' and 'Purification' and 'Sinners.'
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Post by The Madness on Jan 25, 2014 6:53:40 GMT -6
Oleg blinked a bit at the frantic yelling of the woman, looking around awkwardly as people were starting to pay attention on what was going on, most of them gladly just noticing the woman was drunk, and ignoring her ramblings. He slowly spoke, trying his best to sound calm and soothing. "Listen, I think you have mistaken me for someone else. I'm just a friend of Oya who happened to see him pass by during my travels here." Oleg nodded, wearing a bright smile, hoping Oya would join him in calming the drunken woman down before she would start slinging magic around.
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Post by Oya on Jan 25, 2014 18:25:21 GMT -6
“Don’t worry Willow it is not a demon”, spoke Oya. “Just calm down for a moment. He is a friend I meet in the bar. You are probably confusing him with someone else.” Oya was starting to get tired of willow’s struggling. Oleg helping was starting to make things worse. The pirate stopped for a moment and removed Oleg from the equation. He picked Willow up off the ground and carried her in a bridal fashion. Sure the exta weight was a strain, but Oya was stronger than he looked. Oya kicked open the door and carried her out the bar.
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Post by Willow on Jan 27, 2014 18:57:04 GMT -6
"Oh... Oh... I'm sorry, sir," Willow mumbled. Oya... I'm sorry. I'm being funny... funny... tastes... funny..."
With that, Willow convulsed violently and coughed, her chest heaving as she wheezed. After a fit of coughing, Willow's eyes seemed to realign themselves and she again apologized.
"Sorry, Oya."
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Post by The Madness on Jan 28, 2014 7:54:09 GMT -6
Oleg shrugged, deciding he should not interfere anymore. He slowly pulled on his hood, walking to the exit of the town as he then sat down, deciding to wait for the late night to kick in so he could leave in peace. It was a rather peaceful time near the game, with some guards conversing with each other, and some merchants coming from the gate from time to time. Oleg sharpened his sword and smiled to himself.
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Lisa Aurora
Recruit
When you give your word on the lance, you give your word on your Honor.
Posts: 63
Profession: Blacksmith and Lance for Hire.
OoC Alias: The Crimson Rose
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Post by Lisa Aurora on Jan 28, 2014 20:34:04 GMT -6
Pulling out the helmet, she had seen that her helmet's surface now had a scale like surface. Smiling just slightly, she would begin the process of painting it the red with gold trim. Letting it dry, she would finish the weapon's part of the order which was over 75% of it. Taking a break again, she would take a lattle and sip water out of it. Hearing some commotion over at the tavern, she would go over and check it out not knowing that it was Willow causing a scene. Her lance on her back, she would jog over to the group and see what was going on. Rolling her eye's slightly, she would walk up to them and helped Oya with his 'Friend'. Lisa would reach out and gently placed Willow's arm over the recruit's shoulders to help even the load out for the pirate.
"Let's take her to Yashi's. We will set her onto my bed where she can rest."
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