Merio D. Calderon
Halberdier
Perhaps it's time Merio fought for what he believed in.
Posts: 27
Affinity: Anima
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Post by Merio D. Calderon on Feb 11, 2015 11:31:19 GMT -6
"I'm not sure if I'll need accompanying when I meet the Marquis." He said, thinking it over for a moment. "I was summoned here by his order, for reasons I do not know, it might be best if I go alone." But then again... "However, perhaps a show of my eagerness and comradeship would be more appealing in their eyes. Maybe by arriving with a larger contingent then just me myself would be more effective, it's certainly worth a thought. I have two days to think on this, come see me before then and I'll tell you what I've decided if that's convenient to you two." Merio nodded with a smile. Placing his arm across the front of his red tunic and giving a small bow to the two women. "I bid you two a pleasant night, and I thank you for your offer of help in the days to come, if that is your wish." He said as he bent over, shortly straightening his back once more.
"If you are in needs of funds to buy supplies, come and see me some time. I have some funds allocated to me for the expenses of this trip, it's not a grand sum but it should cover the costs of supplies." He also had his own personal collection of gold to add to it, and it wasn't as if he had anything better to spend it upon. He lived in the castle back in Tania, and outside of taxes everyone pays, he didn't have to pay for home or most of his meals. He lived humbly, and had little use for his gold, and as a result it gathered until it was a tidy sum. He was always very frugal about how he spent his coin, they had little in the way of money when they were young and he didn't want that to happen to him again.
He nodded his head to the two one final and turned around, heading back to the barracks. He thought back upon the night he was leaving, of all the things that had happened. He learned Kelvin likely still lived, he gathered some support for the days to come, and he finally able to put a part of his past that haunted him to rest. It wasn't enough though, it was never enough, but hopefully it would be as much as he needed. His wandering mind was not satisfied with how the night had went, but at the least it was... appeased.
[exit thread]
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Asri
Thief
"I am a good person. Why won't you believe me?"
Posts: 101
Profession: Thief, spy, informant, etc.
OoC Alias: Mana
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Post by Asri on Feb 22, 2015 15:04:51 GMT -6
Asri leant her elbow on the counter and rested her jaw on her palm as she adjusted to more comfortable sitting position with her legs crossed. The crimson-haired woman wasn't an elegant lady or refined noblewoman so she didn't bother about the manners, she did try to keep selling her attractive features to the men in the tavern, liking the attention. Well, but even she couldn't win against the giant beside her who had managed to gather the attention of almost, if not all, patrons in this place. She seemed amused as she enjoyed herself with the strong drink given by the bartender. Jabal rocking forced her to occasionally lift the bottle and the glass so it wouldn't fall and go wasted, though.
"Uh-huh..." The dragon probably wouldn't like the disapproving response but he had to do better than that to convince her that the story behind his strange condition in the crater didn't involve booze. Well, maybe he had been robbed or something that caused his nakedness but seriously...who in their right mind would dare to rob a giant like him? A few gold wouldn't amount to the broken bones the robber would get. While keeping attention to Jabal's explanation, Asri's gaze followed his had which was scratching some big scar in his chest. She then gave the big guy an amusing look with some intense staring added. "I am not easily impressed with big scars but I do see it as attractive," she whispered, grinning. Unlike most people, Asri barely had any restrain with her words. There wasn't any hint of hesitation or her being embarrassed when she commented about Jabal's scar but no, she wasn't flirting, at least not this time.
"To answer your question...although I know nothing of your Azradhulwhatever...which I couldn't spell...we are currently in Santaruz, Lycia." Hopefully Jabal wouldn't smash her for purposely pretend to not be able to say the word "Azharul". Before she continued, Asri raised her glass and emptied it in a few gulp. "I hope you are sober enough to remember what Lycia or Santaruz is. I don't want to recite the history of how we need to thank Roland for creating Lycia and this tavern for us," she said, laughing. Maybe she shouldn't mention Roland.
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Jabal
Dragon
Posts: 67
Affinity: Fire
Dragon Element: Earth
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Post by Jabal on Mar 4, 2015 17:39:59 GMT -6
Jabal's fingers ceased their journey around the ropy wound that tracked across his chest the moment Asri commented on its attractiveness. He let his hand hover over to the rim of the keg that had been rolled out to him as his eyes narrowed in displeasure. His scratching had been little more than an absentminded tic, so he didn't particularly appreciate his focus being drawn to the embarassing symbol of defeat that was now permenantly carved into his person when he was trying to distract himself with food and drink. It did not matter that the wound had likely been there for decades, given how long dragons could remain in healing slumber, because to him it felt like a matter of days.
Clearly this woman was not shy when it came to stating her mind, and after two days of all of the smiling, complimenting, and staring, Jabal really couldn't tell if Asri was just naturally coquettish, or if she was actually looking to mate with him. Playfully, the dragon's mind once again returned to the idea. He had already determined her to be pleasing enough; she would make a suitable, if not ideal, partner, but bringing up a sore subject like his scar, even in a positive tone, was not the way such things would occur if that was indeed what she was looking to do. Yet given that it had been a good natured comment Jabal would let it slide, uttering little more than a grunt as he listened to Asri's explanation of where they were currently located.
Lycia. Santaruz. Jabal, a ruler among dragons, was no stranger to the human settlements that dotted the land, but these names meant nothing to him. Was it the name of this tavern? The farm? Was it a town? A city? How far were they from the Toothed Peaks? Were they even in the Ah-teen Lands? The redhead was technically answering his question, but her information was doing little to help Jabal reorient himself. In fact, in trying to answer Jabal's question, Asri had done nothing but enrage him. But it was no sort of continued confusion that caused Jabal to slam his fist on the bar counter, and it wasn't a good intentioned answer that forced the dragon from his seat.
Roland founded this place? This place, this Lycia! So it was true! The Little Butcher had won. And just where had he created Lycia? It was on his corpse, wasn't it? It was on his corpse! That was where he had woken up! It made sense now. Nobody had buried Dakhm Qesherh Al-Jabal, because any that would have done so had died! That was why the land had been blighted! Jabal knew he had recognized that dark feeling. With the dragons gone, they were free to return! And meanwhile humans had spread over his land like a plague, taking land that never belonged to them and claiming it as their own. And they had the nerve to thank him for it!
"Thank him!?" he bellowed, kicking his stool into a nearby table. The colliding furniture splintered on impact, causing nearby patrons to duck for cover lest they be struck as well. "Thank Roland!?" Jabal roared, his voice ancient and powerful. In his anger, he slammed his foot against the ground, the force of which cracking the floorboards beneath him. "HAYAWAAN! HARAAMI! SAAFIL!" The dragon shook with rage. "IBN IL-WISXA! IBN IL-'AHBA! A BEAST! A TRAITOR! A FILTHY HUMAN BUTCHER!" Jabal's hand shot to his chest, his fingers clawing at the skin around his scar. He squeezed his flesh so hard it looked as if he was trying to tear it out. He remembered the incredible pain that wracked his body as his chest was torn open. He remembered the feeling of blood pouring from between his ribs as he lay dying the rainswept grass. He remembered Roland standing on top of him, that fell, bloodsoaked blade tight in his hot little hand, and he remembered the sounds of humans around him cheering like chimps. Roland had broken the great dragon's body, and as his eyes became shrouded in darkness, all Jabal could do was weep in sadness for his kin, for he had known that if he could not defeat the Little Butcher, then the rest of his kind were doomed. This "Santaruz, Lycia" was nothing more than a monument to that fact!
Caught up in his rage, Jabal grasped the offered keg of blood wine in his massive hands and lifted it over his head. He held there for a moment, staring at all the humans in the tavern that were in turn staring back at him. He heaved with every breath. Then, with a roar, the dragon smashed the barrel into the ground with spectacular effect. The container was destroyed by the force, its bilges smashed and its bilge hoops crushed, while the putrid mix of blood wine exploded outwards, coating everything nearby in a thick, dark, bloody mixture. Jabal himself was covered in the stuff, ultimately looking like some crazed barbarian that had just waded through a mountain of corpses.
"THIS LAND WAS FOUNDED ON BLOOD! MY BLOOD! THE BLOOD OF MY PEOPLE!" Jabal raged, swinging an arm out in fury which splattered bloodwine further across the room. "IT IS NOT YOURS, AND YET HERE YOU SIT, LAUGHING, EATING, CAVORTING, WHILE THE BONES OF MY KIN LAY BURIED UNDERNEATH YOUR FEET!" The dragon furiously shook his head as he turned and stormed towards the door. With a powerful kick, he forced the door open and charged into the night. He ran across the road, past the houses, and into the fields, and after he had run for a time, he fell to his knees and wept.
[Exiting Thread]
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